A Blank Page

Much longer ago than I would readily admit to close friends or passing strangers, I sat in a creative writing class at Mercer University starring at a blank page. To a writer, a painter, a photographer, or a musician, the notion of a blank page is terrifying. A complete void of words, a new canvas, or silence. But that's where I find myself, encouraged by friends to start a blog, yet having no idea what to contribute the this blog world.

But with an unabashed admission that I may be nearing middle age and that I may by seeking change, I plow onward with some trepidation and a strange curiosity of where this experiment goes. So join me back here periodically to see where this will lead.