Meanwhile, I keep getting odd notions of attempting to *write*.

To be honest with myself: this is nothing new?

What's *new* is the thought that *maybe I'd be halfway decent at it*.

I'm going to lovingly blame the new writer-friends who've wandered into my social sphere, and the things and ideas they've turned me on to.

As well as being, all around, a happier and more self-confident and self-aware person than I've been for the better part of 40 years.

Funny how self-discovery and learning, bit by bit, how to cope with various MH issues brings these things out in a person!