Summer is on its way...

About two weeks ago I got my first sign that summer is on its way: I got a sun burn. It wasn't anything too bad. The back of my neck between where my shirt stopped and my hair line started was a nice bright pink. Usually this particular spot doesn't get burned because of my long hair. However, on that day I was riding with all my hair tucked inside my helmet to keep me cool. Unfortunately, the result was that for a week I couldn't turn my head without feeling the disconfort of my hot, raw flesh being unwillingly pulled in a direction which it did NOT want to go. I don't know why each summer I submit my body to the mercy of the sun at least once before I decide to wear sunscreen. I supose the truth of the matter is I've never been able to tan, and I'm probably the eternal optimist when it comes to this issue. Each year I think "I'm going to go out and get a beautiful sun kissed body." Instead I come back looking like an angry crab. Oh well, I've learned to live with this fact, but that can't stop me from hoping!

Under Construction

If you haven't noticed, my blog is undergoing a series of improvements. The first of which is the background. It wouldn't be so bad, except it completely screwed with my template. So, I am having to reconstruct all the little extras my original blog had (mainly stuff in the sidebar, ex. my reccommended reading, my favorite websites, etc.). I am unsure of the amount of time it will take to recreate all of that, but until then I wanted all of you to know what's going on. Don't fret, soon and very soon you're going to see a whole new blog, for the whole new me!

I have taken up a very powerful tool: the pen. I have laid it on paper and released all creative energy. It takes courage to look a blank page and fill it with words, with images, with beauty. My heart could not be more poured out in this endless endeavor. Writing is taking a piece of your soul and making it eternal. I wish for nothing more than honesty, and I suppose that's all one can hope for. Perhaps someday my name will be placed by Mark Twain, Virginia Wolfe, or George Orwell; perhaps my books will be handed down from one generation to the next; perhaps a part of me will live on within my books; perhaps not. If nothing else, I will be glad...glad that I am following my dream, glad that I haven't given up.