I'm terrible at this blogging thing. There, I said it.
I'm trying to decide whether I have anything to say that isn't already being said. To decide if my reasons to write--capturing, creating, expressing, relating--are worth the time and energy expended. To decide if I will ever have an audience, or better yet, decide if I even desire an audience.
If I was good at this, I'd know. There would be no decisions. It would be a given, a force pulsing through me.
Yet, here I am. Still writing, about to hit publish.
