I Am Here.
So, I’ve started a blog. What a neat time. This first blog post is kind of like a sticker on a map that says “You Are Here,” and that is pretty great and all, but how did I get here? You can call me Rune and I’m a writer… that is to say; I want to write. So that’s what I’m doing, because writing makes you a writer… right? I’d like to say that I’ve always been a togetherslapper of words, the idea of being a storyteller felt like a calling… some ancient bardic song in my bones and blood that would lure me out into the rain to stare into small puddles and imagine they were lakes and the little ferns that sprung up around them were forests. I would spin tails to myself about the lives I could live and when I would go to bed at night I would build castles in my head to fall asleep, creating worlds brick by brick, then the people who lived there, then I would dream. I’ve always wanted to write. And with that desire to write came the fear of… well… actually doing it. T...