I am awake, as if for the very first time. H.M. wrote that, or something vaguely like it. As the title of this blog suggests, memory is not my strength. We all lose bits of our world, even as we live them, but I’m particularly bad at keeping them. There’s some kind of hole in my mental pocket. Maybe it’s from all the Splenda.
In truth, this blog will be less of a memoir and more of an opportunity for my mind to touch yours, and should you choose to post comments, for yours to touch mine back. Most of it will be true, but fragments will come from my imagination, including excerpts from the novel I’m currently revising. Maybe I’ll hold a contest for the best title for my novel. We shall see.
So welcome to my corner of the world. I hope you enjoy it.