
How to define the past eight months is going to take longer to put into words, much less on paper. Maybe eight more months to gather my thoughts. I have a bunch of thoughts, dreams, ideas, frustrations, wonders, etc. If I wrote them down, I would have plenty of stories, a book, a blog, etc.
Where do I start? Why am I writing this in pencil? I never write in pencil. Maybe I was thinking that if I did not like what I wrote, I could erase it? Erase any mistakes so that no one could see any trace? Only I would know where the mistakes were. I could erase and start over. Some erasers work better than others. There are always some remnants of what was once there; it just depends on the eraser. It also depends on how big of a mistake it is. Some are better than others at covering them up.
What is on my pages? A page in my book consists of a storyline, plot, laughter, friends, enemies, truth, lies, honesty, in your face. All the above, and let us not forget blood, sweat, tears, and fears. Can’t forget that it is the meat of it.