I’ve always written – in my head at least. Before I learned to put the ABC’s into words (a prerequisite to writing) I made up stories and acted them out. Living so much in the world of fiction, I was often left behind when it came to the real world. One of my siblings said, “When I saw the title of your book (The Last to Know) I wondered if it were an autobiography.” I had to think a minute before I got it … proving once again that sometimes I am not really on top of things.
So, what you’ll get in this blog is my point of view – limited. No musings on the implications of existentialism on pragmatic thinking. Just a stream of consciousness from one who often is not fully conscious.