Topic: deb

I may have to quit confessing just because it makes it seem like life is moving so fast. Of course, that's one of the reasons I didn't have kids. I thought kids sped the world up. It's not. It's perception. Failing, or improving, perception. Take your pick. * * * I like confessing. Even when I don't really. I have to keep up with it. (I am somewhat compulsive, though not obsessively so.) *...

A Tempered Prize ...seems an appropriate title for my ShuffleWords poem, this week's RWP prompt from Dana. Soon, vey soon, I'll have my Twitter on the sidebar so you can go see - if you want to - the stuff I am following, poetic and ramblings. Or you can see RWP's Twitter...

I've haven't revealed much in my last few confessions. They, and my writing in general, has been stiff and staid. I have a couple of thoughts about that. I can be incredibly literal and linear. I want cause and effect, logic, rational reasoning. I want meaning without the fluff and fuss of overbearing and overwrought emotions. Cut to the chase. Give me the bottom line. I want efficiency....