I've always had a secret love of writing. I may not write every single day, but I always have thoughts streaming through my head. When I feel they're worthy enough to share with the world, I'll pass them along.
I can be funny, sarcastic, deep, philisophical, thoughtful, angry. My emotions run the gammit like everyone else's. For the most part, I do like to entertain people with my writing. Blasted, there's not spell check on this thing. It's telling me I'm spelling words wrong and I'm too lazy to go and pull out the REAL dictionary. You know, that hard-bound book with that guy Webster's name on the cover. The one they don't teach kids to use in school any more.
Oh well. I usually am a stickler for correcting my misspelled words, but not tonight. We'll live. After seeing how some sixth and seventh graders cannot spell simple words, I don't feel so bad. I substitute teach from time to time and I am blown away by how pathetic the English skills are of the students in the public schools in my area. I guess the nuns from my very early years of schooling left a great impact on me. Spelling and vocabulary was a big deal to nuns.
More talk later.