So this blog has probably been far too long in the making. I used to write any time I could get my hands on a computer. Usually handwritten stuff was out because it’d invariably hurt my hand after a little while and also my handwriting is atrocious. Not much point to writing if *I* can’t even read it later, nevermind sharing it with anyone else. Be thankful this is an electronic blog. My handwriting has given teachers nightmares.
I stopped writing at some point. I don’t know why, I don’t know what prompted it. Probably it started because I had thoughts and feelings I never wanted to share. Then I went to college and there were more distractions, so I chased after ways to not even have those on my mind, let alone on any kind of paper or disk. So I didn’t write. And I kept on not writing for years. Even after addressing those thoughts and feelings and transitioning, and a whole slew of other changes I’m sure I’ll start to delve into in later writings, I never picked it back up. I had forgotten not only how, but even that I did.
Over the course of the past several months, a bunch of stuff in my mind basically exploded. Not physically, that would make it very difficult to write. Barriers and walls I had, subconsciously, kept up for years. Needless to say, this unleashed a slew of things into my psyche that I had been keeping locked away for years. This has changed my life in an uncountable host of ways. During this time, I left my job so I, my partner, and her partner could move to a new city, I developed a relationship with someone who has been pivotal in many of these realizations (as well as provided valuable smacks upside the head during times I’ve slipped into my pitfalls), and I had major surgery for weight loss. So it’s been *busy*. And the journey has involved tons of struggle, and processing, and fighting, and figuring out why I even fought in the first place, and just generally being the emotional equivalent of Come Sail Away by Styx: things seem fun, then it gets confusing, suddenly it takes a wild left turn, but eventually it seems mostly positive and I guess that’s all alright then.
I have watched my partner on their own blog for a few months now, processing and exploring their motion and exploration through some of the worlds they’re delving into. It’s been a fantastic thing to watch. A few days ago, I was reading through one of them, and it suddenly just smacked me in the face that this is *absolutely* something I should be doing. I write. Sometimes it’s songs, sometimes poems, sometimes it’s prose in short story or just free-writing form. But I write. I just needed to *do it again*. And here we are.
So, that’s why this exists. Strap in. It’ll be fun.
Draconic Evolution 