Do I have a life or what?
Nevertheless, here I am, and I'm just writing. I don't have a topic, just a desire.
That's what I do, it seems; I write.
I'm an editor at work, a salesman, really, but I write all the time. I write e-mails, letters, proposal documents, all sorts of items that every other publisher-type writes everyday.
Sometimes I'm on the phone, and sometimes I'm in meetings, but mostly, it seems, I'm writing.
And I love it.
So on this windy, rainy, waiting-for-the-power-to-go-out kind of day, I'm sitting here writing. And I thought of you, dear reader, and I thought of me and what I do, and I decided to write.
And I'm glad.
