I'm pulling the wig down off the shelf

It's time. It's time to write again. It's time to find my voice and shout it, whisper it, sing it out into the world. It's time.

I thought about revamping Garfield Statue (my first and deepest-cutting blog), but looking back on that one, no, that wasn't the right way to be going. It was started when I didn't even know if I wanted to write. It was started a lifetime ago. This is not to deny its importance. I love Garfield Statue. I will probably bring over some posts from there. But it needs to stand.

I made some attempts at other mini-blogs. Hey there, all of you who tried to follow those starts and stops. I tried to theme them: my house, my body. You can't keep this girl to a single theme! Or, more accurately, you can't keep this lady on topic. The last one was started just a couple of months ago. It cracked the ice, greased the wheels. But it didn't feel right. This is where I want to be. This is feeling right.

It is time. I want this to be free! I plan to post my writing, obviously, but I also plan to post art, photos, and the song that's running through my head. If you want to say something, I might even post something from you!

Get up and dance! The song is starting!

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