I feel like this space is a stranger to me now.  As if the more time I get on my hands; the more I am prone to jump from venue to venue.  I just crave that nuance I get from having something different.  It doesn't happen very often or as greatly as it has happened with writing --yet it never seems to be enough. 
Honestly if I had to pinpoint exactly where my time has been going it has been to the luxury of longhand; which has been no picnic for me either.  But I feel if you don't talk to the paper often enough all this typing becomes some sort of shortened version of the truth.
I don't want that with my words --especially because it is so very easy for me to get caught up inside of a lie. 
I'm going to work on this...come up with something crazy to blog about.
Just you watch.