I wake up to a gray day, with a drizzle sliding from the sky.  It threatens to leave a coating of ice over the world.  My mind at night usually tells me what I did with the last day in my life.  Sometimes I wake up with an internal songI that is a message from my mind.  Today what comes to mind is "In the early morning rain, with a dollar in my hand and an aching in my heart, and my pocket full of sand," written by Gordon Lightfoot covered by John Denver and a host of others.  I really like the poetry of songs.  Garrison Keilor's Writers Almanac has become one of my favorite online newsletters.  It makes me smile.  

There is an immediacy to writing for the internet, a pressure to produce something interesting each day that is written the best I can write and that tells a story, but there is also the problem that a story will see daylight before it is ready to be told.   I write for myself, but I also write for an audience.  Salon is different than my normal blog.  There I write for my family and friends, I never include tags.  It is just snippets of my day, or some rant that I've been on.  I tell little stories, and voice regrets, but monitor myself a little.  I usually don't publish it if I have a question.  In searching for the right mix in OS, I guess I might make a new rule...the rule  of 24:  "That I don't publish something unless it's more than 24 hours old."  That way, I can allow my internal ethics committee to catch up with my fingers.  Today, as I make the rule of 24, I will break it.  Rules are made to be broken, right?  I feel the urge to  replace my last foray into romance with another story.  It may not have been bad, but it lacked the full telling, giving only a brief over view.  

Plus, I might want to write fiction.  Then I could have a wonderful time painting word pictures with details, giving the characters the three dimensions they deserve, the protection they need,and the ending they want.

I do personally prefer the memoir=type stories.  I love what Sandra writes, and Lea.  To me, they are the perfect mix of thought, romance, and adventure.  They are wonderful to read. And they are truthful and ethical. I am learning a lot about ethics on the internet.  And, I keep learning and learning.  It is a process.  

So, today I write to bury yesterday's post.  It was true yesterday, but today?  I will hold my judgement.  I realized that I do not like the blanket statements of liking one sex or the other, even though it has a dramatic impact, and some validity.  I realized that I like some men, some women, and I don't like some men, and some women, just like everyone else.

I do love a good story.  so when I get ready to tell about another romance, I'll let interested parties know when I can tell it right!

Thanks for listening!