It has been an age since I last scribbled my thoughts,
I am lost.

Time is my greatest nemesis as my path is in front of me; the illusion of choice not even waving to greet me.

I don't blame it, how can I?

My time away has only fuelled my intense scrutiny of my own ability to create anything worthy.

As I create this little window into my creative state I am rewriting most, if not all, of these sentences.

It can be lonely, writing.

I haven't finished, I'm far from done. I now have a plan and I will be putting it into action.