Words are coming to me

Well, one thing I can say about setting up this blog is that i've been writing a lot more than I have in a while. Even managed to scribbled a couple of lines in my journal the other night. And I wrote out four more pages for my friend, so she may be a little surprised when I hand her a 15 page note.

I used to write things all the time., from lists to fantasies and goals. Back in school I wrote a few short stories, but they weren't anything really good. I have even written a few "nice" poems over the years, but not in a few months. But then it all just seemed to go away and I would only scribble out something on a very rare occasion. One day last year I was setting in my chair and I got an idea in my head and got up and trashed everything I had written for the last five years, which was pretty easy since it would have all fit in one spiral bound notebook.

I have written a few lines since that that time, but no major life altering signs of genius. Not that there would ever be such a thing coming from the tip of my ink pen. No, just a few random thoughts, lists, and complaints about life in general.

Shaggy