May 17, 2008
There are days I approach the keyboard with apprehension. I donít have the faith that I used to have that something will flow out. Iím not sure why. It always does. It never fails. It is as if it is another persona that takes over when my wrists are bent in a certain position and that part of the brain is allowed to open. I remember a woman once remarking to someone when I walked into a room, ďOh, here comes two of my favorite people.Ē I wonder which of the two does the writing. Maybe thereíre more than two.