Hello, where do the........... take us?

When I sit down to write, I usually have a point to make. A little rusty with composing since I've been merely writing letters and journaling for an extended period. Merely writing letters and journaling. How wonderful that could be if I had a fervor, a burning, unquenchable need to tell. I always come back to, "Who cares? Who wants to read it?" I used to run to work and home every day. That cleared out webbing and let juices and ideas flow freely. Now I find projects to procranstinate, routes to avoid, and distractions to embrace. A real slacker. Be patient grasshopper and perhaps the way will open again.