Love is my drug. But then so is writing. It always has been. For a while I tried to deny it and life got in the way. But the truth was the log-jam of ignored words was just waiting to tumble out. I am hardly unique. We all have words. They hide in our unconscious process and float into our stream of consciousness. It is an endless flow that washes through us all to a greater or lesser degree. The trick is to catch hold of each word as it rushes past and splash around in the order a little. This collection of missives began ...
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Love is my drug. But then so is writing. It always has been. For a while I tried to deny it and life got in the way. But the truth was the log-jam of ignored words was just waiting to tumble out. I am hardly unique. We all have words. They hide in our unconscious process and float into our stream of consciousness. It is an endless flow that washes through us all to a greater or lesser degree. The trick is to catch hold of each word as it rushes past and splash around in the order a little. This collection of missives began as daily posts on Facebook and these are a few of my favorites.
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