Better Late than Never

This is quite dreadful, the laxity I have taken in keeping a blog. I originally joined the "blogger-sphere" in hopes that it might promote my writing and the sharing of my writing with others to gain coveted opinions of my work. Clearly, something betwixt 2009 and now has prevented my blogging--5 years of writer's block, I suppose, but cannot entirely convince myself to be the truth. The entire point of this blog was to do (as I felt I had so aptly titled it all those years ago) exactly what the title states: flounce about. I had a professor in 2009 who made a statement that "Flounce is a Texas word--its a combination of bounce and flop. Sometimes you just have to flounce on out there." Perhaps there was a fear to flounce, simply because there is always the possibility of flopping, more than bouncing. But the brilliance of that statement I felt was the fact that in order to bounce, one must at some point flop. I still long to write. The desire to write never left, it merely became a still little voice drowned out by life. But in the end, when the dust settles, the voice continues to whisper to me. So---deep breath---this is my attempt to flounce. Whatever flows forth, I shall henceforth post: stories, observations, opinions, humor, whatever may strike. After all these years, after laying my pen aside for practicality, this writer shall flounce. Or at the very least, give it her utmost shot.