November 15, 2000: Fresh mind puke

Put any color of writing instrument in between my fingers and I’ll create—ask me to do it on the spot and you’ll be introduced to my silence. I expect people to constantly change their mind. If I seem angry, it’s because you didn’t take the time to think about what changing your mind has done to my day. You know you’re in Heaven when you locate the time to set down your pen—then hug your puppy. My mind never stops trying to figure out the origin of purpose. I don’t write to see my signature. Nor do I place my signature near everything that’s been written. If it’s seen near or beside a piece of poetry or painting—see the signature for what it really is…my way of saying, “Good morning!”