E. Edgar Price

I suppose I should take it as a good sign that I actually want to write. So often in the recent year, I just haven’t wanted to. Take your pick of excuses; too tired, uninspired, too busy.

Right now, though, I feel like I am bursting with thoughts and, therefore, must write them down.

It is a strange thing to have no direction. I have no plan, no ultimate goal. It makes me feel . . . lost. Conversely