I don't know why I haven't written. Lots has happened; good things, happy moments, struggles that I have overcome and times when I have cried. But why haven't I written?
I don't know why. I think that I have been waiting for something- something extraordinary or awe inspiring and I keep waiting and waiting.
I have been standing on the wooden platform waiting for the train of life to come speeding up and wash me with a dragon's breath of steam. And at that moment when everything is misty, I will have a moment of clarity and a new adventure will start. But as I wait and wait I am missing THIS adventure.
Life may not be the black polished steam locomotive that I have dreamed of, but there is nothing wrong with a train full of character.
Simply put I'm getting off this stilted platform and writing again.