So here I am, starting a blog and I am somewhat at a loss for words, which is more than slightly ironic, considering I am a writer, an author, a playwright, a screenwriter and a word-slinger in general.

Crafting images and worlds out of twenty-six (26!) letters that are arranged so as to be understood, to be words that convey meaning and have impact is something of a mind-boggler when one sits down to really think about it. And it’s not just for the English language – this is true for whatever language one speaks (though the number of letters in the alphabet may differ). I mean, when taken apart, words themselves are a bit odd. I remember, as a child, thinking that the word ‘cup’ was really weird – why did it have the meaning to the shape it was assigned?

I’m not exactly sure how old I was when I decided to arrange letters and words into something that resembled a story, one that had the semblance of a beginning, a middle and an end. But I was very young, if the pages I’d found in an old file recently are any indication, and my reach certainly exceeded my grasp.

Words have been a passion of mine for as long as I can remember, whether I was the one writing them or if I was reading them as written by others.

And I guess I wasn’t at a loss for words, after all.