back to the drawing board

or the notepad, at least... softball rained out again, so here we are (or i was, now you are)... i've rapidly become accustomed to writing into notepad and i like the idea cuz i have a way to save the words i write without having to spend time downloading the blogs one by one and then only getting an xml file which has all sorts of coding in it instead of just the text like this notepad file has... there was a time, before online blogging, when i typing into word cuz that was where i wrote... some words were part of letters to friends, some were just my writings for all the reasons i write (from the infancy of my love of the written word to the self-education and therapy it provided as i used writing to figure the world and myself out to the communication it provided when i was away from those i loved to the mourning and healing (and therapy) it provided when i left this world behind to find myself and make sense of the human nature i kept hearing so much about to the literary embodiment of the quest for honest love, or the impossible dream, which may be the same thing, to the communication with friends and strangers in my search for the one and on and on and on)... and then, with the advent of the internet and email and newsgroups and email groups and boards and this blogging life and beyond, i left word processing software behind and wonder how much that changed the flow, tone, and essence of the written gardens... only those who road the coaster with me through the gardens from early on (or one i have yet to meet who wants to share the written gardens from the beginnings) would really know... and all i have is my perspective, which isn't exactly unbiased no matter how open and honest i can be...

ah, the dreams remain even after the glitter fades...