9.30.2005

 
I used to write things here.

I used to pretend that I had a smattering of creativity I needed to explore, that it might be worthwhile sharing with others.

I used to pretend that I had something to say, something worth thinking about.

I used to explore things that came to me my mind wandered. I used to think that I could draft them up and then, maybe, they could serve as a spring board to future writings.

But mostly, I used to have free time to spend writing for no real reason other than the fact that I enjoyed it.

I have some free time again. At least today. Maybe I will have some more on Monday.