What is it that drives us into uncomfortable places, urges us to sign up for writing marathons like the upcoming NaNoWriMo, cross oceans wroth with sea monsters, like Prospero and Miranda in The Tempest, or initiate random blogs without fully understanding how to go about it.
Dorothy’s lion would insist it was “Courage”, but my inner wildcat is a creative beastie with a ravenous hunger to innovate or medicate. Since catatonia threatens the tenuous social relationships I’ve maintained, writing, acting, cooking and the occasional crafting are my necessary outlets.
Et voila. If you’ve stumbled upon my blog post, welcome. Pour a hot cup of whatever suits your fancy. I’ve got a fire lit and a pot of Genmaicha by my side. Kiwi, the Wonder Dashchund is curled at your feet. Thanks so much for stopping by.