Black and White

Here I am again. Who cares? I do.

I was recently told that my writing, in this blog is not good. That it is stream of consciousness.

To each his own, said the old lady that kissed the cow.

Did I write that correctly? Is that punctuated correctly?

I don’t know and I don’t give a sh*t.

These are the hindrances that keeps someone from writing. It’s what can constipate your life.

I own this blog. I own my words. This is my journal. I have made it clear, I do not write to attract readers. I could care less who reads it. It’s not for the readers. It is for me. It is for my survival.

So, is it good? Yes, it’s good.

I have been doing a lot of writing off line. My daughter’s passing away. My conflict with family. My internal struggles have been too much to put out there. So, I write on paper. And I write in my Pages App. Cancer is Personal. My Family is a Cluster F*CK

I encourage anyone and everyone to write. It is medicine for your soul. No one is going to care about your being more than yourself.