I just wanted to say, off the bat, that even if no one reads this, even if only one person reads this, it doesn’t matter. I need to do this. For me. And I will keep posting. Even if it is sporadically and not on any schedule.
I write when I feel it, then that tug in my soul makes me want to pour out my thoughts into words. I write when the need pulls at my fingers and brain and very being until I type what I wanted to type.
And so, the poems and the pieces and the random thoughts that end up here don’t get much polish. They’re rough, what I wanted to say at the time. Maybe, later, I’ll go back and retype them on my end, but they will only be posted as first drafts, complete in their own ways. They will be posted as complete as I feel they are in the inception of their creation.
Except maybe some short stories. Those I might work on more.
So, be kind. They’re rough, just like emotions are, just like thoughts and hurts and happiness are. Just like dreams are. I’ve tried to catch what I could at the time and put it down. And I hope you like it.
Pith and Prattle 