type, type, type . . . delete.

every time i get ready to start writing, i get bashful and quit. i'll erase it all or save it as a draft . . . all because i'm not even sure i'll like or be comfortable with what's gonna come out. maybe i remembered that people read this blog, and i considered folks' feelings before my own. not gonna work. whatever's swirling around in my head has to get out. somewhere. somehow.
i need to put pen to paper.

i'll be back, probably within the week. got some shit to let out first.