Winter Chill...
Return of the words
(2004-10-11, 2:43 a.m.)
So today, over a year later, I start fresh in this new "private" diary. I can't believe all that has happened in a year. How much I have changed. Fluid on the Brain is what I have, and will also be the title for the NANO novel I'm going to try to write this November.

There is no gold or supergold membership here. No images. Nothing fancy. Just words. I wrote a poem in highschool, as I sat in the atrium at the college/job fair, watching people buzz by me, quietly riding an anxiety wave to the shore. It said, in part, that I could always have comfortable company in my words: I didn't need anything else or anyone else, as long as I had my words.

Signing off for now