Start

A new beginning I suppose this is, might count as, but we've had enough of those each alone - much less combined! - that I'd rather not think of any such tally. Let's simply call it a start, another line of correspondence, a way at helping worlds and words so easily diverging remain intersecting.

Realistically, I suppose there's little chance much will come of this, knowing how many ventures we've each begun only to see them go aimless, without much direction after the initial burst. But, well. Even if it's just an initial burst, we'll be writing. And that's something, right? That this correspondence is with each other can only serve as a bonus.

We've still quite a bit of work here, I think. I've put the framework together, but nothing more than bones, really. All the guts are still to be written, formed. Some semblance of bios for the info page, a list of labels we'll use to categorize our posts... I've my suspicions most of it will wait and wait and wait for one of us to get around to it. But that's hardly the point, isn't it? Our aim was a place to make our own, and we've that here and now.

This could be something, someday, maybe. For now, it's a start.

As a friend shared the other day, a quote from Aaron Sorkin, fitting enough given our talk of Sports Night:
“I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, “You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless. I’m not your agent and I’m not your mommy, I’m a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?” and I really, really don’t.”

The page isn't quite so white anymore.