I haven't written an entry here in more than three years but that stops now. No more procrastinating or making excuses on why I have no time to do this. I want to be a professional writer and make my living at it. But I am a writer whether I am getting paid for it or not. I was born with the incessant desire and unquenchable thirst to write and let my creative juices flow from the pen (or from the keypad as the case may be) always. So I have no excuses to not come here and write. If I want to follow my dream and become what I've always been destined to be, I need to do one thing and one thing only: write. Write. Write some more. And not just write but share it with the world. That is what writing is meant for after all. The purpose is to share with others and to try and inspire in some way, some how. And so I write. It won't always be fascinating. It won't always be compelling. But it will always be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about what I am feeling, how I see things and what I am living. Sit back. Relax. Prop up your feet. Pop a top on the beer if you prefer. Or pour that glass of wine or milk. Enjoy the world according to me.