Daddy Said You Gotta Show the World The Thunder

by Kelly Thomas Reardon

I’ve missed writing.

More than anyone could really know. It’s cathartic. It’s self-examining. It’s a release. It’s a way to become something or someone I’m not.

It brings me confidence. It brings me attention. It allows me to put thoughts out on paper the Internet.

It exposes me. It makes me vulnerable. It allows the soft pieces of my persona to be poked and prodded. Mocked and chewed on and spit out.

It lifts me. It gives me a breath of fresh air. It lets me remove myself from life and everything within it.

I’ve missed writing.

But I’m coming back. And I’m going to write, and I’m going to force myself to continue to write.

Because dammit, I’m good at it.

And I’m going to write a book. I don’t know what about. Maybe depression. Maybe my life. Maybe hockey. Maybe I’ll pull fiction out of my ass. But I’m going to write a book. That’s been a goal of mine for a long, long time. And now, I’ll do it. I’ll figure out what to write about. I’ll put the first chapter up here, and hope it isn’t horrible.

But I’ve missed writing. And now, I hope to force some of you to suffer through this journey with me.