Good Good Morning

I have had my touchscreen laptop for almost a year now... and I am still in love with this computer.
Morning coffee at this desk is a treat.
This set up gives me a huge screen, the great docking station where I can still use the touch screen.
and most importantly... plenty of room to spread out all my little notes and snip its.
its a Good, Good Morning

writing without words

well, i find my self far far away from the days i woke with words dancing in my head.

i think that might be because i spend so much time *relating*
the more i relate with people, the more i have to use W O R D S to communicate.
damn those pesky, illusive, not quite specific enough SPOKEN words. its a challenge to pick them, repeat them, and volley them back and forth with people in efforts to understand each other.

i do remember a time when i was alone enough to bounce the words around in my head instead of with other people. i wrote poems in my head while waking. i scribbled messages to the universe on little scraps of paper with one hand, while i simultaneously typed up journals and letters on my computer.
for this reason I have often thought i was a writer of some sort, and i have always assumed i would eventually write a book.