After I finished cutting my mother's yard, I realized I'd spent the entire time in the place I go when a yarn is brewing. I was visualizing the scenery, the people, the events and working with different ways to write the story. I'll obsess until it's complete.
In a less civilized society, they'd be putting leaches on my body, burning herbs and banging drums to chase away the spirits. In our society, it's called writing and my sometimes obsession.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.