ridiculously lovely

I am writing, writing, writing.  Lists and questions and rambling scribbles.  Which sounds rather friendly, don’t you think, rambling scribbles?  I like the sound of that, the freedom implied—at least to my ears, my eyes, my heart.  The freedom to carry on as long, or as short, as I like.  To write with abandon, messy or neat, little or big, insightful … Continue reading ridiculously lovely