Where to start?

I scribble ... I've been a scribbler for years now.  Sometimes it's fiction, sometimes it's fact.  Sometimes it's emotional, sometimes it's not.

I have an outlet for the fiction ... I have friends who read it, tell me if it's rubbish or not.  Those same (wonderful and much put upon) friends are always there for me to help me through the daily issues of life, but I don't tend to inflict my 'facts' writing on them so much.

Hence me finally, after a period of writing more fact than fiction, opening up a blog.  So, the first few posts may be a bit disjointed as I get all the things I want to get out there.

Often they've been inspired or prompted by reading something in another blog that's made me think ... which is good ... that's part of what, in my mind, all these blogs out in the world are supposed to do ... make others think for themselves.

Maybe one day I'll be able to make someone else think ... or to feel that they're not alone ... that their life at that point is not all there is ... that 'this', whatever it is for them, is normal, or at least not unusual, for someone else too.

Because that's what I get from reading everyone else's blogs ... a sense of community, of support, of learning and discovery.

As C S Lewis wrote -

“Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . ."”