God only knows. I publish one every Sunday. A thought of what I might say/write often comes to me during the week. It catches
my imagination. I say to myself, “write it down or you’ll forget it.”
That’s why I carry a small notebook. To write things down I want
to remember. I forget sometimes when I’m busy working on
something else.
I write blogs because it helps keeps my mind on its toes. It clicks with
an idea and away I go. I read it over, make changes until it’s what I want
to say. It’s done. I hit ‘send’.
My writing life began at the St. Thomas Times Journal when they
were desperate enough to find someone, anyone, to write obits.
Writer’s comment: I learned damn fast never to screw up misspelling a
a dead person’s name. It could mean being fired on the spot. Or worse
having an irate reader - a warm, close relative of the deceased - break down the
editorial door looking for the sonofabitch who screwed up their beloved
great aunt’s name.