wildsweetone
i am what i am
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- Feb 1, 2002
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As a player with words I have to admit to the sudden discovery that doing the laundry is so much more interesting than sitting pondering about which little tidbit I am going to write about next.
Sorting the clothes into neat little piles of whites, darks, towels etc. It's so much easier than choosing which story to begin next.
Why is it I have this jolly yellow streak down my back at times which makes me want to avoid writing? Heaven knows, I have enough to write about to keep me fully occupied for the rest of my life. Why then do I pontificate?
And, what am I going to do when all the laundry is done? Hmm, the windows could do with a clean.
Sorting the clothes into neat little piles of whites, darks, towels etc. It's so much easier than choosing which story to begin next.
Why is it I have this jolly yellow streak down my back at times which makes me want to avoid writing? Heaven knows, I have enough to write about to keep me fully occupied for the rest of my life. Why then do I pontificate?
And, what am I going to do when all the laundry is done? Hmm, the windows could do with a clean.