Well, that’s a tough one.  You see, the whole point of my blog title is that I have all these great ideas and thoughts that would make, I think, for great writing but there they are and there they’ll stay.  For some reason, translating into writing what is floating around in my mind is a bit like trying to remember a dream upon waking or trying to keep cotton candy from melting.  The words dissipate as quickly as I snatch for them.

I wrote in my “About Me” that “I do some writing.”  You’ll notice that I didn’t write that I “love” writing (as I did about other pastimes) nor did I write that I “like” writing.  I “do” writing.  “Some.”  I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with writing:  the muse “loves” to torment me and I “hate” to succumb.  Why?  Because hard as I might, what I write is never as amazing as what I think (at least I like to think so).  And so, I answer, like a fool, the summons.  Not like Samuel answering the call of God in the middle of the night, ready and confident with a “Speak Lord, your servant is listening.” More like Charlie Brown once again falling (literally) for Lucy’s invitation to kick the football wrapped in promises to not pull the ball away which are never kept.  No matter how many times Lucy breaks that promise, Charlie Brown is compelled to kick the football.  No matter how many times the Muse deserts me, I am compelled to write.

Perhaps you might be compelled to read?  At least out of pity?