Let’s get one thing clear right now; I can’t write until I have my coffee. Wow, my Therapist was right, this admission has been cathartic. I will refrain from divulging other personal idiosyncrasies until our second date, or until I succumb to writing a blog, whichever comes first. Just know that I’m stoked you stopped by. I won’t bore you with all the warm and fuzzy reasons why writing grounds me and keeps me centered, or how “cool” and “awesome” I think words are. That’s for milksops, pantywaists, and jellyfish! Did I mention that the Thesaurus is my BFF? I call him “Thes" for short.

 

What I will give you are reasons why I write. After all, it is the least I can do and you would probably be pretty peeved if I didn’t. 

 

• Writing is cheaper than therapy, and yes, I lied about having a Therapist earlier.

• When my writing keeps an audience held captive, I get all goose pimply!

• So many people get frustrated when they have to write and that means job security for me.

• “I love to romp naked through an endless field of words and pick the ones that make a beautiful bouquet,” she said giggling and blushing.

• My writing projects take on their own personalities and I need friends.

 

I could go on, but you will get bored and won’t call me in the morning, or return my texts. So, please take a gander at the sample stew that I have provided for you to feast your peepers on and give you an auditory high, which is legal in most states.