I admire my sister so much for her passion for writing. She would compose poems, short stories, essays, you name it.. and do it with such ease. Heck! What am I talking about?! She doesn’t even need ease to write! The thoughts pour out of her like a wrecked fire hydrant!
Then why in the world am I composing this [journal, entry, documentary, essay.. just fill in the blank] right now?
Well I just created a blog, haven’t I? The world is expecting something of substance from this “blogger.” Well then World… come and get some!… Oh noooo, I wasn’t referring to me! You could get nothing of substance here… Just random neurological spasms delivered directly to my fingers, then transmuted onto my keyboard.