The message is in the mess.

Getting out of our own way.

It’s been a while since I wrote here.

There’s many reasons.

All excuses really.

Overthinking mainly.

Self doubt too.

But, I love writing.

I love that we all have just 26 letters to work with, and that when they are put together to form words, and those words are put together to create sentences, we can make people feel something.

We can change worlds.

And that excites me.

It keeps me coming back to the keyboard to write.

I’m not always sure why, but there’s always that feeling that something might come through that makes the angst and the doubt worthwhile.

Like a hit songwriter who always thinks he is still yet to write his best song, a writer always feels that their best work is still ahead of them.

But, we have to get out of our own way.

And that’s the difficult part.

Or is it?

Maybe that’s the stuff that’s worth writing about.

The grist for the mill.

Perhaps the message is in the mess.

Hmmm.