While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry.
I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole).
I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.
Last night while on the road, I missed my post. I'm so ashamed. It's not that I don't care. I'm out where wireless access still is rare. But luckily I still get decent toast.
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I was worried about you but glad to know you are here again.
R
Toasting you from my shindig for Kit's ella Rose
It's those of us who come to share.
Glad to hear about the toast.
Hope you had some rest as well.
did the waitress sport great legs?
I know, I know. My rhyming sucks.