I have countless notepads with strange sentences scrawled on every available page, none relating to the other, descriptions of people, places and events. Few are longer than a line or two, so it seems that all my writing is destined to be a literary jigsaw puzzle. Linking "the ebon shroud of night" to "the gossamer strings of dawns first dew" is relatively easy but trying to tie it in with "her light footsteps were barely audible through the heavy cloak of freshly fallen snow" might be a bit more of a challenge.
These scribblings make me wonder if I have an unrealised clothing fetish! However, if the truth be told I am most comfortable in T-shirts and jeans or sweat pants that keep me warmer now that the cold weather is here. Shopping for clothes bores and frustrates me so I wonder at the references I make to clothing in my writing.
As this is my first on-line Journal entry I will end off for now and hope that someone out there in that Global Village we inhabit will respond to this via e-mail let me know if it's worth updating, if you want to hear more of my ramblings on subjects that have little relevance to world peace but keep me going from day to day.