Good evening my dear friend....

If you have dug this deep into my little world perchance you are interested in the inner workings of my warped little mind. I have been reading a book (oh no she is actually reading a book, well three at the moment to be precise) (and proud to say I just finished "Mists of Avalon," thanks Brian for the recommendation). It is called Writing down the Bones, Freeing the Inner Writer Within by Natalie Goldberg. The following is an excerpt from it, and they express the way I feel about my mind scrawls. I can find no better way to explain but to share this with you.

"It is important to remember that we are not the poem... We write in the moment... They were my thoughts and my hand and the space and the emotions at that time of writing."

I love writing; if you have not put thought to paper, you should. Everyone has the ability, for everyone possesses feelings and emotions. Getting them down in black and white can be such a great release, not to mention a great sense of accomplishment.

My work speaks/spoke for itself. The following "works" were written at various times over the last 9 years. They portray many emotions such as love, anger, desire, awe, etc. Most importantly, these words helped me through life events and molded me into the person I am today. I do not know what, if anything, you will gain by reading "me" but please remember that these "cramps" were or are part of me. Be it good or bad. :[