So, this was unexpected. I just left the movie 'Mortal Instruments' and was suddenly re-inspired to start writing again. I think, usually, your first journal is supposed to be about you or some short biography or other nonsense. Mine is simple: I want to write again.

My grammar isn't perfect, I have a problem getting ahead of myself and double-typing words, I don't know all the tricks and traps to writing... I'm not even sure I have the talent for it.

...But I feel it again. My imagination is soaring to places and connecting flows I never imagined could be. Even if I have to write everything like a script, I will get it out. I have to. The ideas and grand adventures of those I dream of have to be written. They demand it.

I have written many many unique characters... some I managed to save to paper, others lost to the void. But I remember. I remember them well, alone and waiting for a chance to be known. I will show them to you! The countless hours, years I spent studying... the college classes skipped... the write-ups from work for long breaks... they will become worth it.

Someday...

But for now, I'm going to ignore my perfection OCD and post the ones I remembered write down, and soon I hope to write the others. Unedited. Exactly where inspiration decided to deal them a fatal blow that left left them by the wayside. But...

They call out to me. They are through with laying down, being ignored. They will be free.