getting back to it...

It's been a long time coming, but finally, at long last, I'm starting to put things back together, the way I want them.

I used to write prolifically. I've gotten away from that. I used to draw almost as much, and I've gotten away from that too. I used to laugh, and dance, and play with my children...

...but somewhere along the way I started to hear the same mantra over and over again... about how I must be more responsible, more mature, more focused on the wants and needs of my family. Somewhere in the midst of 'growing up' and becoming the responsible woman the world was instructing me to become... the artist got lost and fell behind.

I've missed her quirky style and obsessive bouts of creative genius. I missed the long nights spent finding that perfect 'line'. I've missed the weekends spent curled up in front of my monitor writing page after page of story, until I surface and discover that I'm 50 or 100 or 200 pages into some fabulous adventure. I've longed to have that back and have wondered where it went to, all of the fun and creativity that used to fill my life.

So here I am... back at it, with fresh, renewed determination not to let the world take from me what it tried to take once before. This is my art, and my life... it's time to take it back.