For the past month or so, every time I get on the computer, I find myself avoiding the link to this blog; I am twisted up with guilt at not having written and in despair over feeling like I don’t have a damn thing to say.  Perhaps this is the plight of the writer and I just need to roll with the punches, or maybe I am a lazy fuck who is terrified that if I actually keep writing I might have more to say than I ever imagined.  I know I want to be more and do more and yes yes yes, write more.  So why do I avoid my own blog?  Why do I consume bowls of popcorn instead of write each day?  Why do I fear my own voice and keep myself tucked away in the silence?  Not every post has to be genius and not every sentence has to be perfectly choreographed; it just has to be honest and it has to be me.