It’s all I can manage for now. Simply writing this confession on the computer screen.

Admitting that for a writer who has written a gazillion words for others in numerous styles and tones of voice, it is anxiety-provoking to write my own life stories.

They are meant to share my experiences, even if they serve as ‘cautionary tales’ that might help others. And, to ‘exorcise’ the stony bits that still manage to gather memory moss, despite the aphorism that promises they won’t if they keep rolling.

Yes, if you read long enough you will notice I adore alliteration and am actually addicted to it. And, I make references both societal, historical, and through aphorisms you may have to search if you are below a certain age.

It’s also likely that words from other languages may appear.

Step into the power of writing and recording your journey

And so it starts.

One pen scratch in front of the other and I can only hope to make it into a habit that will repeat itself with discipline and courage.

If you, dear reader, have instances of how you overcame rigor mortis – stiffening of the soul to the point of inability to express what you excavate, do share in the comments.

We have at this writing this much time before the year rolls forward and I will add another orbit around the sun in which I festered and fussed and frittered another year without capturing the everyday details of the life and times we should all at least attempt to record for future consumption.