But what if you have so much to say that the words get caught up and mixed in and come out all jumbled and twisted? What then?
Wait....Wait until each individual story comes together, stringing one word after another, neatly and orderly, as if each letter is attached to the next by smooth pink satin ribbon; a banner strung from nails in the wall, announcing something important; something special.
With sleep and thought and quiet, the stories will march forth from my heart, through my head and out from my fingertips. And those stories will be read and thought on and disagreed with and embraced and forgotten and dwelled upon.
And there will be more stories to follow. There will always be more stories. Each strung up like portraits in an art gallery to be viewed by the spectators; each one subject to acclaim and ridicule and misinterpretation; each one wholly mine; each one completely self-determining.
But have I broken the first rule of blogging here? Never mind. I rarely ever follow the rules... Over and out...