But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ. For he himself is our peace, who has made us both one and has broken down in his flesh the dividing wall of hostility... Eph. 2:13-14

Sunday, September 19

You say Goodbye, and I say Hello!

Hey there! So what's up? I haven't typed at you in like, forever. Arbor Day of last year, wasn't it? And now it's September, 2010. My how time flies. Well, enough chit-chat. Let's get right down to business.

As has been observed, I've pretty much abandoned this poor blog. Not that many people noticed. I think maybe one person mentioned it. Anyway, I'm a sorry excuse for a blogger, but I have a good reason: Facebook. It's a terrible disease that makes your face crave a certain social networking site specially designed to suck hours of your life away. And I love it.

But I've been thinking about little Droll Digression recently, and about you, the random reader who found this blog by accident. I've wondered to myself whether I should just euthanize my dear old companion and clean up a little of cyberspace. I never have anything interesting to say, and even if I did, I keep forgetting my log in information.

Today, however, I made a glorious discovery that changed this, and other similar thought processes I'd been having.

My muse stirred.

You must understand that I thought that my muse was dead. Being an apprentice in the Christian Writer's Guild brutally tortured her, battering her into a comatose state that I feared she would never leave. Then I finished High School and began an intense, two-year journey to a Bachelor's Degree. The stress and dullness of deadlines and papers continued to hurt my poor muse, and I was forced to leave her for dead. I finished my last course two months ago, and didn't even give a thought to her. I've become so used to living without her, that I've finally accepted my inability to write.

During the past two days, however, something has begun to slosh about in my mind. Ideas–crazy, imaginative, entertaining storylines– have started whispering where before there was only silence. I didn't notice at first, but this evening, as I sat debating on whether I would write such a story in first or third person, a little lightbulb came on. My muse is coming back to life!

This discovery has filled me with more joy than you may be able to imagine, and has set me to remembering what I used to enjoy before school and facebook consumed my life. I remembered this blog, gave it a makeover, and now here I am. I can't promise that I'll post regularly. Zounds, I can't even promise that I'll post before next September. But I remember you now in a happy light, and I'll try to collect my thoughts for your enjoyment. Maybe no one will read them, and maybe no one will benefit from them, but I will enjoy writing them. May they be ever-glorifying to God, the Creator of imagination!

Hullo again!