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, March 06, 2013
Bad Hair Day
Baby, not only is it cold out here, this wind is wrecking havoc with my hairstyle