Ready, Set, Go!

Today is the day.  It's time.  I've been thinking about and even talking about, starting a blog this summer.  Well, sad to say, summer is winding down, at least in terms of the dreaded days of heading back to school.  So this is that day.  I actually wrote this first post while sitting in a series of professional meetings.  There is nothing else that makes me want to gouge my eyes out with an icepick quite like 3 consecutive days of Robert's Rules of Order and other such gatherings where I have to behave. 
     For many years I have felt like I had an extraordinarily creative person trapped inside of me.  Ok, maybe not "extraordinarily creative" but definitely much more creatively expressive than what was happening on the outside.  I sensed it when I heard a symphony (particularly the cello or French horn sections)...I felt it when I watched figure skating, or took in a beautiful painting or sculpture....or attended the ballet or live theatre....it chokes up when I read a good book or witness an indescribable moment in nature....or stare at a city skyline....you get the idea.  So this person inside me pounds to get out while the self-perceived mediocrity persists on the outside.  This blog is my attempt to release my creative prisoner.  I'd love to say that I'm about to bust down some walls and go full tilt at all of it....but the reality is that I probably won't be pirouetting to the strains of The Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy any time soon...unless someone out there can direct me to a geriatric ballet company!  Some dreams will remain just that... For now, anyway, here I am, blogging to the universe of cyberspace.  I have always wanted to be a writer, too - and I've written many volumes about various and sundry topics...all in my head.  Excepting of course, passionate letters to banks and businesses who have apparently wronged me (my family calls these DWB letters - a subject for another time), and the compulsory high school, college and grad school assignments....and then there was a lovely little short story I wrote decades ago that my charming younger sister dug out and read aloud to the boyfriend I had brought home from college.  In a shrill voice.  With a cockney accent.  I think I burned it shortly thereafter.  And this is probably my first creative writing adventure since then.
     If you've read this far, thanks for joining in on the journey.  Hopefully it will be an interesting ride.  Oh and by the way, the fact that this blog is the beginning of releasing the muse within and I haven't come up with a catchy title for it is an irony that is not lost on me.  Take care.