We are gathered here today to pull a first stack of hoarded artifacts into this space.
What is in the stack?
Written words. Words in my head. Unseen, unpublished, unspoken, unshared words.
I have been buried, immobilized in a mountain of unrealized plans for my stockpile of writing ideas. To this point, for days and years, I have lived inside dreams of all the future perfect things that I will someday write — while all the imperfect present things collect around me. Towering piles and piles of possible projects now block the proverbial door. Heaps of decomposing ideas, ruminating indecision, accumulating regrets all fuel my disability to invite you in.
But here, right here, this actual page of words is one step toward change. This post is the beginning of what may possibly turn into something remarkable. This post will be the start of a huge project that may become a viral bestseller. No. Wait. This post is what it is, a plain start; words released. No furious tidy-up or grand plan. I am opening the door to show you what’s inside.
Stock image, stacks of antique papers.