Thanks for the love, and the ink. I always appreciate it.

I think I was just having a bad day.

My 'lil extended metaphor on writing: Writing is akin a lover I long to be with, but can never really have. Like all couples, sometimes we have words. And sometimes we don't. And like any man sometimes there is jealously because I don't get enough quality time in. Other times, the love affair feels incomplete, abandoned. No matter how long we stay away from each other, we leave to come back.

You wonder if you will ever really use your talent for the intended purpose, I guess.

Just one of those *moods*, I guess!

http://worthwatering.blogspot.com
Can it be I stayed away too long?/
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/
It's not my thing trying to get back/
But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five