one of these days i may look back

sometimes i wonder how i possible wrote more than four hundred entries one month and someday i may look back to those days when i was writing more than a hundred songs a month on average (for more than two years no less) and see what worth, if any, there was in all that brief rambling... are there only posts that only a mother could love?... well, not mine, she didn't read real, only fiction (that was life, fiction, to most of her generation)... there were years when i read a lot of fiction, science fiction, mostly, though some mystery and fantasy and horror in the stephen king dean koontz style... some years i read a novel a week on average... i finished each of the potter books in less than 48 hours (didn't sleep for a few)... i miss reading, but time time time (it's telling you a story, remember?)...

anyway, i didn't look back tonight, as usual... i played chess against the computer for the last six hours non stop... the eyes are quite blurry.... and besides, i've been waiting for the one you know, waiting for her to come and share the journey through the words to give me her opinion of the worth of the words... so i don't look back much, except into my memories when i am reminiscing or creating something... i still live a very literary life (in case you haven't noticed), it's just mostly putting words out of my head rather than taking words in... are we having fun yet?...

fatigue is knocking and it's getting in...

narf :)