In the not so distant past, I was happy talking with myself, and when I needed agreement talking with my dog.
Then one day my dog surprised me in planting the idea that I should try bending other's ears, if indeed my opines were of any significance. Thus I feverishly set to pen (well, Mac actually), and in time discovered my ramblings were boring at best, verging on incoherent.
Painfully recognizing that I needed help in learning how to communicate in an interesting manner, I found this community. Yes, it's helped me considerably, most notably in ways I wasn't aware of initially.
But, and that's a big but, it has also taken over my once simple and ordered life. I'm now floundering with a cascade of additional writing activities, all the while being distracted by other interesting individuals here. Just thinking about it brings on another nap. When I die, the wife said she'll tell them to hide my pen where the sun doesn't shine.
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