I cycle back and forth to the place and time in my life when I enjoy writing. I write all the time, every day, in an old leather bound journal. Some months the pages fill faster than others, but on the whole my pace is rather constant. I lament over thing things I cannot change and do not change the things I love to lament over.
My journal is full of poor spelling and grammar has never been factored into the equation. The little leather bound journal cost me 20 dollars and I have been using it fpr years. Typepad ! You cost me serious money and I pay it annually. As is an April (now May) tradition, my desire to Blog increases do the decrease in funds caused by this simple URL.
With plenty to write, and limited space in my mind you will now be a new dumping ground. A holding tanking for information once discriminated against, once scrutinized over, now you will take my text as discriminant.
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