Once upon a time some dude named Sky created a space he named, very cleverly I might add, Blue Sky Writing. He intended it as a retreat for fellow crazies to come and read, learn, critique, and perhaps for the bravest among them, to even share. The majestic site was home to a blog updated every once and a while, one that occasionally tried its hand in comedy (but honestly… debatable). It was home to his work, as he wished to share fables with folk who had a similar passion for stories. Yet there was also space for others who wished for their own stories to be read and shared and just generally talked about. It was a blossoming utopia for those of this world mad enough to consider themselves word people... or something. And you know what? They all lived happily ever after.

Actually, haven't gotten that far yet. Still figuring things out, but fingers crossed. I can tell you it started kinda like this: I wanted a space where my stories could gather dust, and hopefully be discovered one day a thousand years from now by some bored alien. A space where others could share stories they wanted the world today to see. A space where those with bursting imaginations could let loose, and be at heart who they truly are. 

Crazy, foolish, word people. 

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