Hello again...

This is the first time in awhile that I've felt compelled to write something.
Anything. 
It doesn't matter if I ramble on incoherently or if I finally type something that I'll turn into a novel.

The events of the past year have taken their toll on me and I feel far older than my 35 years... But we're finally back home.  I don't panic every time there's a storm outside (though we did set up a room in our basement with a pullout couch so we CAN hide down there if things ever get nasty again).  Andrew has stopped dreaming of trees falling through our house.  So have I... And there's finally a feeling of life returning to "normal" again.

I'm a writer.  It doesn't matter if I'm writing a brief or a short story or even a quick blog post.  It's what I love.  And it's well past time for me to start doing the things I love again...

I've started several new stories (no, none of them involve vampires) and hopefully I'll be able to finish at least one of them soon.