Monday, 30 May 2011

How many words can live inside a consciousness?

Not as many as I have swirling around my mind, I'm afraid. And I've somewhere for the difficult stuff, somewhere for the work stuff, somewhere for the political stuff, and nowhere for me. Resulting in it all going onto Twitter which is no longer appropriate.

I write, increasingly, professionally, though I don't ever profess to fit the description. I simply shepherd words - sometimes they they pen well, sometimes they simply run amok all over the field.

I just keep on whistling.

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