My first is always my worst, so in an attempt to justify my presence on this forum, I will introduce myself in this post as succinctly as possible, and I hope to explore and enjoy these forums as much as time allows. My name is Wardie (yes, really, that is my everyday handle) and I feel as though I have just time travelled to another planet and landed in a deep crater of indecision and doubt. I am a visual artist, but keeping an open mind and following my natural sense of curiosity, I have landed here because of my love for words and ideas. Normally my brain is uncluttered and focused because that is the state of mind which creating visual art requires. Words only confuse, confound, and create an uneasy state of being for me, but if I live in fear of the unknown, I will take my last breath on this planet with at least one more regret, and that will have been to not have jumped toes first into this alien world of wordsmiths and see if my arse gets kicked across the landscape. I love writing, but I am good at painting, so please take it a little easy on me until I find some traction on this new planet of literary crevasses. I now live in Australia, but grew up in California, and spent 7 years on the high seas finding my place in this world, so don't accuse me of having no cojones. Setting sail from the west coast of the USA on a home made yacht and heading west with only a sextant, a chronometer and time tables, but no knowledge of how to use the aforesaid was an act of youthful exuberance which I would never repeat at my current ripe old age. This was the voyage of my lifetime, but I am now embarking on a new one with the same naiveté as when I set sail 40 years ago and stumbled around the South Pacific, finally, by some miracle, landing in New Zealand. But that is a whole 'nother story.