My first love…I believe I forgot my first love,
she probably flew away in some crazy disarray.
I do remember and very clearly my second love
which has eventually turned into my first love….
Writing, since I´m terrible at singing.
I don´t do it very good, but is not is like is giving me any food
so I don´t worry much about ever getting published but it would
be a nice touch for that and such.
It´s an addiction, really, I´m not saying any fiction.
In the blog I write poems…I think hence I exist hence I got my groovy mix.
I also write short stories and a terrible attempt at writing a novella which
is turning out as an ugly Prunella. I don´t have the technical knowledge nor
a vast and beautiful vocabulary….that´s freaking scary.
What I have is a bunch of words and ideas swerving through my head
like a tornado which I then have to thread in some way shape or even form.
I have no clue but if I don´t write something I will fall through.
I just love it, I just enjoy it….Like nothing else in this world to the point that it
even excludes cigarettes and beer, those do elude me when I writing mostly for
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.