I was never very good at keeping a journal. I believe it was due to the incesant desire to have a pretty notebook - so I'd write for a week then have messy handwriting and start over. Then over the course of moving 2 dozen times in my life those few pages of memories lost their value - and are thus lost. Sad I suppose - but nothing to be done.
I figure this way my handwriting will never matter - and no matter how many times I move I won't have to pack these thoughts.
I'm about to run - just a short start this time, but for those of you that start reading this please note:
I write like I talk - and some where, at some point in my educational past I had a teacher that told me to put a comma where I would take a breath...of all the things that stuck with me this thought seems to be attached with gorilla glue.
While I was an English minor I can't diagram a sentence or even have a real conversation about grammar above the 9th or 10th grade level - my strength was writing (with an editor) and literature. I love to read and analyze...thus my gift to you.
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