Pen stabs and pools of ink

Waiting for the title to make sense? Cease and desist, I say!

Swiped off of Geetanjali's post (cf Writing):
"I don't know if anybody realized, but while we each made our introductions in those first few classes, most of us neglected to talk about our love (hopefully) for writing. As if it was to be understood, just like that."

Well.. I definitely hadn't :)

I love writing. And I hate it. And I'm indifferent towards it.

It's my madness and my no-method. Most of the time, I'm blissfully convinced that writing is only a sham to be able to buy loads of pretty stationery. There are, of course, time when an invisible blue gel pen called Spik keeps poking my insides until I give in and scribble. But that's not something to be discussed in polite society.

Can you tell that I wrote all that because my silly guilty conscience was acting up again? Hopefully.

End note, I have another (couple of) blog(s) too. But you can go find them on your own if you're curious enough. Good creature. Here, eat cookie...