Here I stand at a crossroads, well sitting mainly and not at a real crossroads more along the lines of a metaphysical one. I’m actually sitting in front of my computer and my cat is currently sniffing around my keyboard, and that doesn’t feel very crossroady to me.

Lets try again.

Here I sit in front of my cat friendly computer and I must question my desires for the future. I have often told myself that, other than being a veterinarian, what I want to be most is a writer. I have progressed very little on that front with the fine exception of the yearly post I make to the blog. While that does titillate the writing senses it really only helps me write and share about me. I want to write and share worlds and characters I have in my head and give those things the life they need to reach beyond my imagination and in to others and continue to grow and thrive long after I’m gone.

While I have the desire I certainly lack the motivation.  I try to re-read old stories written by friends in the past to strengthen the creativity that I felt I had in surplus in my youth but often it just makes me more nostalgic than anything else.  Good times.  I remember all the hours I spent reading the latest short story and the anticipation felt for the one in progress.  I even remember my own attempts at putting pen to paper with only marginal success.  I may not have written anything special but I was at least immersed in that creative energy.  I enjoyed that and I want more of it.  I want more of it and I want to take it further.

A completed published work would be a good result but an ideal result would be a career in doing that over and over again.

-v- out.