i want to stay. so i think i’ll try it out.

this is my risk, my passion, my experiment, so maybe I should just lie in my own bed. things get too close for comfort, well, that’s my own fault.

i can’t think about who’s reading. it’s embarrasing, but if co-workers or friends or whomever reads, that’s great. that’s what all writers want.

but it changes my message if i think about it. i just want to be honest. my best writing comes that way. and i hate censorship. arrgh. so frustrating.

but it’s a line i’m going to have to walk very, very carefully.

and this is me. starting over.