Well... Its been a while... A few months actually. Life harkened and I had to answer its call.

As I look at my Profile I feel disgusted. Such a waste. For so long I had let my artistic hand grow feeble and let my mind wonder the dark regions of inspirational confussion and frustration. Oh I would think. I would create, but my hand had not the strength to pull myself into the light of creativity. My work would come few and far between and good pieces would emerge with even greater rarity. It is a sad thing when an artist loses their touch. You either create or you waste away. I was barely keeping myself alive. I thought I had lost my God-given talent. All I could do is bury myself in writing and the works of others. All I could do is hope that my hand would grow strong again and that I could give sinew and flesh to the skeletons of word I had assembled.

I had emerged setting my pen to the forge, sharpening my skill, and running through the fertile fields of inspiration! Like the caterpillar slumbering, growing, and transforming; I had changed. I had forced myself to the pen and shook out the numbness that claimed my hand! (lol I practiced) Like the butterfly emerging and still yet imperfect, I too have to let the blood flow to my wings. Then I may fly. Til then I must continue to grow in both the word AND the pen. Maybe soon I shall once again claim stake to a style... to wings of beautiful colors.

I have been gone for a while. I cannot say that I will stay or that I will fill this Profile. But... At least I can say that I have come out of artistic poverty.

Thank you all for the inspiration you provide me. Maybe soon I will add to my profile.