It's the perfect evening. 6:30. Outside it is raining lightly. Dinner is ready, and the smell of fresh brownies wafts throughout the house. The home. And I have time to write.

I feel so rusty at it. Typing out words. Perhaps I sound over-dramatic. But if you know me at all, you know that I am dramatic.

When I chose my career path years ago, I did so already carving out time to write. Now that I have finally "arrived", I find that I am not sure what I want to say.

But my days are filled with emotion. A great outpouring of human emotion. Around me. Inside of me. Something will spill over eventually. Beautiful, sad, hilarious, twisted. Something in words. Something we can all relate to. Something we all need. Something that belongs to us all.