Every now and then I get stories that bubble up in my mind. I wonder if they are any good. I wonder if they should see the light of day or sit on the work bench, waiting for a little more refinement. Then they get tossed aside for others.
Some continue to push to be written, others fade like dreams in the daylight. I do not like it that these dreams die so quickly. This will be my the refuge of these ideas. No longer will they be cast to the floor like a discarded jacket or a hat tossed to the side.
This will be a place to hang my hat. I welcome you along for the ride Dear Reader. It should be fun. Some dreams are funny, some are scary, and some are sad. All are mine, and by virtue of your readership become ours.
