If I close my eyes, I can type the thoughts flowing from my head. I pause often. Starting, stopping, backspacing. Starting, stopping, backspacing. Mainly because I’m afraid of what I might say. Mainly because I’m not sure what I might put out there. Once something is published, it’s up for grabs. And maybe that’s not what I want. Maybe I’m not mentally ready for that.
But here I sit, compelled to write. Where do I begin?
