Iaido

So it begins.

I've been toying with the idea of keeping a journal for a while now and the doldrums of a rainy day at work have lent me the final motivation to rent myself some new online digs. Not too shabby though I'm still getting aquainted with the place. A bit utilitarian, perhaps, But you can't beat the commute.

My hope is that this space will lend me an outlet, both emotional and creative, that I find otherwise lacking. A studio in which I can train and hone my writing, or at the very least, keep in some kind of practice, as well as work through the inevitable crises of spirit I find myself in. Because I intend the nature of this work to be an artistic expression as well as a means of therapy, I plan on making it public (more to the point, something that my family and friends are aware of). Growth in this respect necessitates an audience (as narrow as the travails of my life deem such an audience be). Pressure and fire and all that. I'm not sure if this would compromise the authenticity I'm shooting for. The compulsion to self-censure would be accute. But such is the nature of this experiment and I hope to overcome rather than succumb to the challenge.

Hello, my name is Ramon. It's nice to meet you.