You know how much I love to write, to muse and how I can get off tangents branching my conversations in so many directions and then how I can [almost] always remember where I was, where I initially started. Well, my good friend Patricia, in Israel, called me the other day and she suggested that I start a blog. I thought to myslef, oh my God, I am 45, what do I know about blog. Is it even a real word?
Well maybe it was meant to be. I was dining last night with William and Daniel, whom I hardly know but who seemed overly familiar. At some point during our conversation [or was it in a follow-up message on Facebook] William suggested I check out a friend's blog. So minutes ago I did just that. Guess what? I found an icon that brought me here. My Wonderland.
So I say, why not? I am armed with only my experiences, imagination and a somewhat solid vocabulary. I love to write and I am always doing so in one form or another. I have these plays in my head [and a little on paper], books, stories to tell, reviews, emails and messages. I've even become very good at the Facebook poke, though hardly a precursor to creating a blog but you do get the idea.
So to Patricia and everyone who's always told me that I should write, even when I was, here is my blog. It begins right about now...
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