I’ve never been the most communicative of people. I’m certainly not one of those people who can comfortably talk about themselves for hours on end. And I’m definitely not a writer.

I find writing excruciating and frustrating. Like extracting teeth, I hear fleshy tendrils squelch and tear as I twist and pull words from recesses in my head. Then I throw them at the page in the hope they’ll stick in a meaningful sequence.

What I’m trying to say is that words pour out of me like treacle from a salt shaker. So why on this earth would I want to start my own blog?! Read the rest of this entry »