I love to write. It seems that I have written forever about my life and others. Hundreds of songs and hundreds of stories are scattered in boxes and old suit cases. I've written a few novels and novelettes.
Sometimes I brush away the dust of old memories and stories, only to find a feeling of their meaning come to life again.
If you frown, smile, curse, or cry?
Love it, hate it, or wonder why?
I have done my job.