i am 21 days shy of my 98 day goal. sitting here writing i’m not sure how i feel about that, these evening works have brought a structure to my day that i frankly lacked before. its allowed me to have conversations before impossible. to excise and share works previously housed in my head.

i’ve been thinking alot about what is beyond the 98 day journey. what more is there for me to share. do i focus on poetry? short story? or personal essay? do i even need a focus at all? my goal this solstice was simply to write. to jump start my muse and awaken the spirit of my creativity. i sought not to regain the poetic devises of my youth but instead to give voice to these new experiences and nuances that have become…me.

i succeeded so far in my original intent because

• i have written everyday.
• i have written complete works.
• i have shared my writing with a network of old and new friends.

so now what?

in 21 days will my pen be silenced again for another decade. will my muse suddenly evaporate and return me once again to my post as couch jockey? will my creativity be satiated and in its satisfaction settle down to a life of the mundane? or will my ambition take over working every nerve in my body to create a competitive blog worthy of awards or even huffington?

i could go either way really. in the great scheme of things i’m generally all or nothing. which if i continue to write would be something to write about…