It is a horrible, hollow feeling when you wake up one day and realize that you are right; You’re not moving your life forward.  You have long suspected it, but now it is undeniable.  What’s worse, there is another realization right behind it.  You must….MUST….do something about it.

You’re 30 years old.  You want to be an artist.  A writer.  A creator.  You may even believe that you are all these things.  But you’d have some trouble proving that.

I am going to start proving it.  Now.  Right now.  Right now.  Write now.

Write.

Now.

Beginning here and now, I will make a post in this blog every day.  Maybe some fiction, or a rant on some news topic.  If I knew how to cook I might post a recipe.  But I burn cereal when I try to make it, so don’t hold your breath.  Regardless, it is time to give my life a shove, and see if I can’t get it moving in the general direction of anywhere.