mangrel1

m is starting over, having just ruined dinner – a rare event in our kitchen. t is swinging under her loftbed, starting her two-pages-a-day mathwork. and k is listening to ramona and her dad on tape in his room. and i’m doing this, my bright idea of the day. an entry a day for a year. what constrictions to lay upon this endeavor i don’t know, but i’m sure that i’ll find some way to make it harder than it needs to be. the most important thing is that i do it. every day. i’ve done a journal like that but i’d get behind days and days and spend a couple of hours catching up. consistency’s never been a strong suit, not even a strong tee shirt. haw haw. i’m talented at turning a deaf ear to callings and have done a pretty good job of keeping the writer in me silent. perfectionism maybe or critical whisperings from godknows where. anyhow i likes me this computer and i’ve got me the life proverbial, leisure and fortune out the wazoo. ima do this. here goes and good luck to me.