I've been blogging for over a year now. That's weird. Averaging four posts per week. Even weirder. I shoulda wrote a book. Or coulda wrote a book. A cheesy romance or a teen angst novel. A children's book or a recipe book. Urban fantasy or maybe even porn.
Instead I wrote life, lived it.
I will keep writing life and living it.
Good and bad, inane and profound.
Any way you look at it I seem to be unwilling to stop.
I'll be seeing ya.