A few months ago, I told Matt that I wanted to write again.
I haven't even wanted to write in a while. I don't know why. Maybe it was that real life was so busy and serious that my brain had no space for creativity. Maybe my creative well was dry. Maybe it was something else entirely.
While I had this vague urge to write, I had nothing to write about. Obviously - I haven't even had anything to write about. I mean, unless you want to hear the story of how my gag reflex got the better of me while trying to clean the litter boxes.
Finally, the other day, I had an idea.
I don't know where this is going. I want to write out this idea and see where it goes. I don't care if it's never suitable for anyone else to see. At this point, I want to write for my own therapy.