It started in kindergarten with pens and ink pots and blotting paper. Since then I've been in love with writing. Transferring the noise in my head to paper helps calm the chaos. In the event a worthwhile thought occasionally emerges from the din, I'll keep it here along with memories, stories and other random thoughts of interest mainly to myself and, with a little bit of luck, to the odd passerby.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Words [Just A Few] On Wednesday
Guess who was happy to see me home? And insinuated himself, through a small portion of open zipper, into my suitcase, and there built himself a cosy little nest from which to spy on the proceedings?