Writing

Writing has always been my release. When something upsets me or makes me totally happy, I write. It can be a dramatic one liner or 2 pages of prose. Not all of these entries make it online, though, for the simple reason that they may be too personal and/or incriminating. Thus, they end up in my little, beaded, blue notebook for my eyes and mine alone.

I had lots on my mind last night. Lots. And I ended up writing and writing. My blue notebook is now stacked with letters which will not get to the intended recepients.

My thoughts have, yet again, floated into oblivion...