It starts; flee in terror or watch in wary reservation.

I have thought starting a blog before. That's it. Just thought. Then I'd go merrily on my way, and the world never knew how narrowly it avoided another bit of flotsam on its intellectual shores.

So why am I now tossing this wrack on the beach? I'd like to say Marrow made me do it. Marrow has started this writing challenge to do something creative 30 days in a row, and pointed out the accessibility (and accountability) of blogging it. But that would be just a tad unfair- I'm sure he'd like to remain out of the "It's all YOUR fault!" loop.

I am fully responsible for making myself do this. Please ignore the terrified whimpers...