There is no rhyme or reason to how I write, as I write the way I think: in tangents.

Releasing thoughts on paper makes them real, they come alive and keep from getting lost in space — as opposed to being lost in boxes and piles, handbags and jacket pockets, golf bag. I am not organized in my writing, and even if I were, I would not follow the script. It is not in my genes, bewildering as that is even to myself. But I try and will continue to try. I write longhand and on a keyboard, but the words do flow quicker and strongest when I write by hand.

I endeavor dearly to make lists and outlines, and quite too often I do, but seldom stay on the narrow path — do in other aspects of life, though not in writing.

And I’m ok with that.