Random

Okay, you got me. You did it, PLC. I am now becomming addicted to blogging. Curse you. Of course, Mrs. Scredon is neurotic, (her words, not mine) and Mrs. siegmund is a mother. She has her ways. So, are you happy? You got what you wanted. Now there is a whole new blog devoted to my random bursts of creativity. I hope you're proud.

Sarcasm aside, I will be posting things of little to no importance to the general public. Like the article you are reading now, for example. But, like most mavericks, I need an outlet. Ironically, I never learned to hold a pencil correctly, so my hand gets stiff from my awkward way of writing. Typing is a good alternative. But I can't even do that correctly. I use my own system. It's just as fast as regular typing, but my fingers don't stay on "home row" and I am always looking down.

Despite my troubles at getting the words into a physical form, when they do come out, they make much more sense than when tangled inside my head. Some things will be be more Shakespereian, while others will have a more casual side. I have many voices when it comes to writing. They need to get out of my head so someone can listen to them, because they know what it's like to not really be anything. I guess these different voices in my writing represents the different chapters in the saga of life, a tale in which the hero finds himself completely lost and somehow has to find a way back to sanity with his character and dignity intact. It's the same story over and over again.
Like the words in my head, I'm not much of anything yet. Right now, I just need someone to listen.