Terilyn is making me do this...

Do you hear the trumpets sounding? 

Here it is, ladies and gentlemen, my long promised return to the world of writing. It's been a while, I've been busy, so very busy.  Doing nothing at all...

The reason why this has been such a long time coming, despite the oceans of time I've been wasting playing Gameboy and filling my valuable brain space with things I am ashamed to admit publicly that I have a vast knowledge of, is that just getting started on something is a dirty bitch.

See, right there, I used the term dirty bitch and I hesitiate, knowing that my eager audience is full of people who maybe are better of not knowing that such filth flies out of my mouth, although if I am completely honest with myself, people who have met me, know that my lack of filter doesn't lend well to having a distinct division between my 'outside thoughts' and 'inside thoughts.'

So there is big excuse #1, I'm unsure as to what tone my blog needs to express. To what degree do I dare unleash my inner thoughts. 

I have everyone from my very best friends to my extended family members to my health care professionals telling me that they're excited for me to start a blog, that it would be a positive use of my time, that I'm wasting my supposed 'talent' by  watching reruns of the Dog Whisperer instead of squishing my mind grapes into a juicy pulp of sarcastic prose to satisfy the secret voyeuristic needs of those bored at work. 

Big excuse #2 - I have no idea what theme I want my blog to adopt.

Let's be honest here, my life these days is so horribly dull. I'm a borderline recluse with no real hobbies of note. What makes me interesting these days is this whole transplant-thingy I have going on. Like any good recluse facing a challenge, I've scoured the interweb for information and other people on similar journeys to relate to and the one thing that is the most apparent to me is that the world needs another transplant blog like I need a carton of Marlborough Reds. 

An inspirational chronology of a life lived with chronic disease is not really my style.  

Big excuse #3 - too much damn pressure.

Thanks Kristin and Natalie and Terilyn and Julie and Harvey for making me feel like a teacher is expecting homework from me again. I had long forgotten the nauseating tension that comes from a looming deadline. 

Alright, so who is my audience? What is my message? What do I have to say?

Maybe I'll put off figuring that out until tomorrow.

Big excuse #4 - I'm horribly lazy...