scribbles

i'm given to going through periods of randomly scribbling down snippets of thoughts. some profound (i think), some banal. i'll go for years without writing, then write like a mad person and then stop of again. my senior year in college, my comp teacher informed me i missed my calling as a writer. i keep toying with the idea. but like everything else in my life, it won't amount to anything because i lack the will and the planning skills to accomplish much of anything.

anyway, most of the scribbles get lost so i finally decided to buy a journal and keep it somewhere handy. most of what i write will eventually be ripped out and tossed for fear of recrimination and questions from my husband. some erotic, some angry, some fantasy, some memories i can't forget.

but i think i'll blog some of my scribbles starting today.