I never know just where to start . . . so I'm jumping in again . . . . don't I always say that. I don't aspire to be one of those bloggers who makes a million dollars imparting my knowledge on mankind, so it doesn't matter where I start or finish. This is about me. My selfish minute to pound away at the keyboard and just purge my mind of shit. Shit, shit and more shit.
I stopped blogging. For a long while. It appeared to me that I attracted the wrong audience and given my readers, I couldn't be myself. Then, an a-ha moment. I don't want readers. I never really wanted readers. I wanted what I just said. So I took this thing and put it together in a word document. And I just typed. Someday, I'll have to insert that into the missing years.
But not now. Now, I'm starting somewhere and picking up nowhere . . . .
And a new beginning . . . .