Blogging Evolution...

well... i'm not drunk this time, so maybe this post will make sense. i should really curb the "posting at 5am while drunk off the canadian devil water."

what a year. this month marks the first anniversary of my true blogging experience, and what a year it's been. this group has changed my life, and for that i'm a humble bee. you've taken the words that burn inside me... you've taken the dreams that i could never speak out loud... you've taken the stories of my youth, the stories of my heartache, and the stories of my imagination... you've taken it all and given me so much love. it's amazing to see how many people read me daily, it's even more amazing to see the first comments from new friends. i'll never ever neverever be the same.

i started my first blog way back when... i was still a college student at the university of houston, still searching for my purpose in life, when i happened across geocities. i dabbled in html, and i created something very similar to what blogger has... a daily account of my life. of course, it was much different then. full of longings for heaven and a massive issue called "insecurity".

i left that space for some network administrator to delete years later. i left that whole side of me when i met my loving wife, sara.

the words lay dormant, burning my marrow, begging for escape. but, to be completely honest, i had forgotten how to write. i didn't know how to express myself in any other form than verbal communication.

i had read about blogger in the usa today, and it was free, and i was bored with my job, and the wife was always on the internet anyway... so, why not? i started "tripping over my poke stick". i did american idol reviews and top ten's and any other kind of thing to keep me away from the real reason i wanted to write: i needed to release my feelings. i needed to add heart and soul to my writing.

but, i left it. for two years, it sat on a server collecting dust.

then, i read jason. his style affected me. my life would take a sudden change and i would forever call myself a "writer". i never wanted to mimic him, although reading my older stuff i did just that.

i did want to incorporate feeling and emotion into written word. i wanted it to sound like me... the real me. the me that exagerates, and smiles, cries, loves, laughs, freaks out, pushes, pulls... the one that reaches further than most for a hand that doesn't really want to be held. i wanted to share this experience with other like minded writers.

that was a year ago. i've tried to push myself to post at least 5 days a week. lately, i've been so damned tired... or drunk... or guest posting, so i haven't paid much attention to "new spell" lately.

it feels like i should throw a party for my anniversary, but sleep sounds much better.

i almost forgot... edge and i met because our souls found each other.