Day Dreams of a Spaced out Old Man

[Pagafyr]

I've been eating blueberries and my memory is better.  Not so puzzled about what other people post.  Not so puzzled about the age old question, "Why am I here?"

I visit this post and every time I am at my computer desk.  Not here!

[Pagafyr]

Here I am thinking up a tale that I would share that has some part with which all my readers would be familiar.  Every time I begin again I understand where I departed from a story.  I understand if I jump ahead by writing more, but almost completely another story; that confuses me myself.   I find myself wondering where I got that new story and it confuses me then, as much as it does my friends.

So, from where I last was I must, now, consider leaving a path connecting the last story I wrote with the next.

Learning all the details abouit becoming a writer is... necessary.

I am a Student again!  I thought that once I graduated I wouldn't have to study anymore.  I thought I wa a Know it All.

Here I go again.  Studying as Spring devises a new beginning, from after Winter makes it final phase of snow to dot the air for young tongues to capture and learn how snow tastes.