now switching metaphors.

i want to write again. senior year consisted of writing groups (every friday) , monday musings (every monday), and other creative writing assignments (every week) up the wazoo. and i miss that. terribly. i've hit a sort of dry spell. i want to write! hah. and i can. it's somewhere in me, hiding - taking a break, reading a magazine, feet propped up on a table... following my lead. so i'm going to lead it out of hiding. and i, now switching metaphors, will wring that sucker for all its worth. :) what i write will be alive and bursting with newness and maybe all together different. but i just need to put my pen to that paper, my fingers to those square lettered buttons on my keyboard.