In recent years I have found myself writing more.
In retrospect, I began writing to feed my ego. That quickly faltered. I soon realized how little I knew and my lack of skill. I faced this mountain and began my long, arduous climb.
I have in no way arrived. In fact, I am sure that I am still near the base. But, in my climbing, I traversed the plane of self-importance. If I was writing for the purpose of my own self I would hardly survive one critique. I have learned that, in the way of most things, trying to please others is a sure-fire recipe for failure.
Often, the thought of blogging has crossed my mind. With those thoughts were others, “Of what would I write?” “Fiction or non-fiction?” “Politics and religion or muse and mirth?” In the end I decided just to start and work out the rest as I go along.
I welcome comments. Comment one, comment all, I say (I know my wife will laugh at that). I’m working through what I believe, who I am and what I like. Your thoughts on my journey are invited and valued. With that said, please be kind.
To be direct, you should find stories I have written, articles I hope to link to, quotes, candid thoughts on various subjects from religion, politics, abortion, creation, and humanity, as well as many others. The tumultuous city is a reference to an ancient Sumerian tablet that read “the city, where the tumult of man is.” We are each a city set on a hill, clear for all to see. My city is often in tumult, a myriad of thoughts, expressions, beliefs and emotions. If your city happens to be as well, then join me as I delve into my "tumultuous city".