Hey, all you bloggers that are sitting on your butts typing away! Do you
work full time? If you do, let me know. I have absolutely no time to
write my blogger nonsense on a daily basis. And that, 'sweet prince' is
the most frustrating element in my very meandering life. Please, please
tell me how the heck you can write all those reams of poetry ; nonsense
; self-absorbed angst ; and sex worship when you work full time? I am
very pleased with my (o.k. and yours too) blogger. I feel like I have
fallen down the rabbit hole; just falling and falling in a blissful
state ,sans the drugs. I love IT! It is peering through my own looking
glass at my own ego and my written word. Whether you are an amateur or a
professional; whether you are an exquisite artiste or you stink, it
makes no difference. Most people who create at some time or another,
have a strong sense of who they are in the images they create .
Mediocrity is the scare word for us. Your word or my word, we all
checked off 'public' for a reason. We would like to be read and
responded to. Sometimes, though , I feel that I shouldn't be 'published'
unless I am very, very good. And then again, who cares? It's my Journal
and if you want to read it, be my guest. Well, I am still here sitting
on my 'end' typing away . All's Well that Ends well. Bonne Chance, Peach