my love of words and their power has been around nearly as long as my love of music. I can still be seduced by a good rhythm, or rhyme, or image, or concept.
Writing is more of a hobby for me, as I only do it sporadically, but my love of words and their power has been around nearly as long as my love of music. I can still be seduced by a good rhythm, or rhyme, or image, or concept; bonus points for all of those things in one dizzying package! (Side-note: my world was broken open by the joy of Mad-Libs when I was very young, which paved the way for basically every possible image to become acceptable. This is occasionally maddening when I mishear someone, make sense of it anyway, and move on immediately, but them’s the breaks I guess.)
Anyway, aside from being able to bloviate at the drop of a hat , I do occasionally get in a mood to write something of semi-substance outside my piecemeal journaling, and when I do, it will likely be spat (or shat, depending on your opinion of my writing) onto one of these three platforms; probably the most recent (Substack), and sometimes all three. (Or, really, two: I gave up on Medium awhile back when they paywalled me out of my own writing area. Grrr.)
So, without further ado, I leave you to the wilds of my word-world. Hang on tight.