So it starts, what should be, for someone who once fancied herself a writer, an easy venture, but trepidation fills me as I am about to embark. My worry? That work will not be happy with this (for actual probably legitimate reasons). My answer? No one will read this anyway. My life barely holds my interest. I mean, I even tend to drop off in the slow moments.
So, what do you want to know? What don't you want to know? I find that the latter question is a far more relevant one, since I am well known as more than slightly crazy. The inner workings of my mind remain fairly shrouded in mystery, despite years of therapy and introspection.
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