Cutting and Pasting
Does that count as writing? I don't think so. But today it was necessary, my collating, almost secretarial efforts to see what, if anything, can emerge from one, two, hell, almost eight years of sitting here, writing, talking to myself I thought but maybe just maybe the ramblings are something others would want to read. I probably have more than 100 pages of material, seriously in need of editing of course. But still, that's some mighty keyboarding fingers, spewing out thought after thought, observation upon observation. Isn't that what this life is about, each day finding a tactic, a slant, an urge and an edge as you move forward, one letter, word, sentence, paragraph at a time? With a huge dollop of merciless self-editing, of course. Imagine what the girl could accomplish if she really put her mind to something she cared about, felt passionate about, believed in.
