For I am multitudes but nothing at all,
I am the sum of the past in the equation of tomorrow
(And if in the morning I
turn and kiss you in your sleep
I’ve done more for peace and hope
than any other woman ever did)
I honestly don't know, Charlie. You made me think about it, and in an attempt to earn my keep and comfort myself, I listed the 5 reasons that I write.
Oh horrendous midnight terror of yore. 'Twas no cup of coffee on my desk, yet the woman writes. Alas! the woman writes.
As I'm sitting down to finally write my first blog post, I'm stumped. There are endless of opportunities, what to write about and how to blog and just in general, how to exist. And I have no idea where to start.
But I can't be the only one.