I'm not a writer, though I have tried writing things in the past. Most of the time they end up pretty horribly, and things never go quite the way I want. If things went the way I wanted, I don't think I'd try as adamantly as I do.


I tried once writing about science and atheism, but that proved to political, which struck me as odd. I have also tried just writing about my life, but that was boring. That did not strike me as odd, though I have a feeling it will soon.

So now I'm just writing. Writing whatever I think of in a no-format internet diary. I think it may end up working better than the past endeavors of mine.

I've recently been reading Impro by Keith Johnstone, and have found the book fascinating. This blog is my 'tribute' to the book, just writing what comes to my immediate mind. So format can't really be brought out into this as it wouldn't really fit the idea behind the whole scheme.

So, without further ado, I'm smashing and age old bottle of chianti on the ship of this blog. Let's light it up?