re-starting

 I may have been one of the original bloggers, way before even personal computers existed, remember?  I spent hours carefully handcrafting missives to my friends scattered far away. I'd xerox my letter and send it away, sometimes waiting anxiously for somebody's response, others, just glad I got it out there.

And so, I start this blog....perhaps not with such great grace, but I am ready to start anew. Later.....

fall

a dark rainy morning signifies the beginning of fall; although trees have started their embarrassed chameleon dance weeks ago.
i find myself, yet again, with time on my hands.
how to fill it?
how to take advantage of it?
what to make out of it so I don't feel as if I'm waiting for Godot?
i should be trying to publish a novel
i could start trying to find a gallery to represent me again
i ought to seriously start trying to find a serious job.....
all i have to make sure of is that Fall doesn't signify an internal metaphore.