Long have I lain dormant, not dead but dreaming, curled up amongst the debris of unfinished stories, unpublished articles and infantile half-formed poems. A scent then assailed me, the smell of corn husks and apples, of pumpkin and all spice, of dead leaves and candy.

I raised my head slowly, blinking away the detritus from my long unused eyes. I looked about me, blinking, wondering why I was now awake.

Then I realized. He had need of me again.

Arising from my nest I looked out the twin windows, saw his face reflected back at me from a glowing screen. A blank white glowing screen. A screen waiting to be filled with words.

Joyously I reached out and gave life to his fingers, drinking in each tap of the keys.

Reborn.

Yup. I am writing again. I haven't been at it for a while now, I've been so busy with other hobbies. However, I feel the time to flush my brain of accumulated ideas is long past, so ti was time to take pen to paper again (figuratively speaking).

This journal will be a record of a journey. My journey as I reccomence my writing, as I step back out onto the unlceared pathways through the thickets of my mind.

I invite you to come along with me.