To put it frankly, and I do love to be frank - last December sucked bulbs. Shinny, glass ornament bulbs. I don't have a witty pun to compare the start of this December to, but suffice it to say that Santa is definitely on his way this season - ho ho ho!

Hello December

But, I Love Writing?

Typing long and hard, frustrated key-strokes when I'm upset allows me to unravel without being unraveled. The soft, romantic notions of typing out a story of a love I thought I once had allows me to understand the emotions I had as a seventeen year old girl. Typing just comes so much more easily to me than the long strokes of writing. I like it better, and I know it may be a generational gap - but typing for me just makes way more sense.