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A thing to say!

Well, this blog is more or less moribund now that I am no longer as bound to publicly proclaim the things that are happening in my life. I would get in trouble if I wrote freely, and I would prefer not to define the parameters of that particular peril.

Instead, I know I want to begin to write publicly again in a playful place that is mine. I am beginning to have old interests rekindled and I hope to reinvent myself a little in the coming months and year. I want to do something new while also doing my existing work even better than I've done before.

I want to own my moment. We live in a world that seems out of control, where we all feel a slip could come at any time now. Will the volcano in Iceland blow up? Will we be at war with a country many of us have always feared we might end up in conflict with? Will we snap at ending a sentence with a preposition?

I don't have any of the answers to any of these questions, but I know I do have answers on the things that happen in my community. I have done what I do for seven years now, and I don't feel any sort of itch whatsoever. What I do feel are the beginnings of curiosity about my state, about all the places I've never been to yet. Is there a way I can continue to make new connections while also building on the work I've been doing for the past 20 years?

I am a journalist. I write in a manner that I feel comfortable with, not expressly advocating anything but showing my bias towards expressing where decision-makers are on a particular issue. All of the issues. 

But, I want to reconnect with my audio past, and I want to try to build something new using elements from the discarded recent past. This is all within my power, and I have to figure out a way to make it happen. There are good ideas coming, somehow, and I need to create a new outlet for myself. 

And?

So, I will try my best! 

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