Currently, I’m in labor with a very stubborn new baby. I tried to put it off for as long as I could and did the normal things people do to prevent birth like scotch taping my hole shut, which worked until my water broke and ideas gushed out like a hot summer rainstorm. Being pregnant with words is a difficult thing, especially if you’re not sure you’re allowed to talk to begin with. Sure, everybody freakin’ tweets their way around these days but is it necessary to their very survival? When I say talking, I really mean writing, which is part of our blurred landscape of language in the digital age. Are we writers or are we talkers? Is there any duty to make sense between the two or is that just for academic types with their salaries and syllabi? I honestly don’t know and as you’ll see, I don’t really care. I’m just here to write and track it. Part of my journey will be non-professional and deeply personal but I will also seek out a wider audience. Finding other like souls to connect with is why we’re all here on the web. If I find something that strikes, I’ll make mention of it here. As I have found recently, there are tons of great small literary presses out there that are just begging to be discovered. Follow me and we’ll wade out together.