I Begin Again
I used to have a blog. I can't figure out how to get back into it, so ... I begin again. I feel like David Copperfield. I begin. Right. I began a long time ago. My mother and father saw to that. But I don't think I fully realized who I was until I had been around for a long time. I remember one day scribbling away when I realized what I was writing would, by the world in which I lived, be considered out of kilter. The kind of thoughts that sometimes make people give me a puzzled look. That was the day I was really born. I scribble, therefore I am.