  It is awkward writing again. It feels clumsy, and I am aware that it reads clumsy too. I used to write extensively every day on the job, and the quality of my writing reflected it. Now I’ve only written occasionally in my RW journal for months. I guarantee this will get better.
Writing is a muscle that must be exorcised. Truth be told, that is my truest inspiration for starting the blog. If I just wanted to rant, I could email and talk all I want for much less effort. I am aware of the dearth of writing’s presence in my life. The dearth’s name is children, husband, laundry, life! No, the real dearth’s name is excuses, whose time has run out! 
