Five minute Fridays: Because: An introduction to a new space.

Because

Because I need a new reason to start writing again.

Because I need to do it without anyone looking over my shoulder.

But because I need to know that someone *knows* . . . just, I’m not ready for it to be anyone that I know, knowing.  You know?

Because the watching yourself watching myself and watching the watching in endless iterative loops that is that natural realm of the NT is crippling to just *doing*. 

Because I cannot turn off the internal critic, but I am tired, tired, tired of that critics monotonous (sp?) drone that I have nothing new to say.  Nothing new to add to the world’s conversation.  That it is a waste of my time, and the time of my children, who I ought to be tending to, and my house, which I ought to be cleaning, and . . . and . . . and.

But this critic is, if not Satan himself, maybe some lesser demon-ling.  A liar.  And a boring uncreative liar at that.

Because adding words is there.  Because it takes less time, those five minutes, than one more game of Candy Crush. 

Because I believe that words are power.  Because . . . what if I just want to?  Because why the hell not anyway?