So here i am. Once again. Putting my thoughts together and shaping them into some kind of whole. Trying to make sense of my life, and what I've spent so much of my time doing - writing. Being a writer. Some times it makes no sense at all. Other times, it makes perfect sense. The written word is my way of figuring out what exactly is whirling about in my head - my home planet.
In the past, I kept handwritten journals. Sloppy things that no one could read but me. But now I tend to think with the tips of my fingers. And so it makes sense to create online. To journal online. Call it blogging if you want.
In the old days, published work was printed once, and then often relegated to a shelf where copies sat - unread. The internet has opened up new venues for keeping work alive, and I've gathered much of my previously published creative writing here to give it another life, to extend that shelf life, so to speak. Please honour the fact that these writings are posted here for your reading pleasure, and are not for copy or redistribution.
- Marianne
PS: Drop by my other sites, www.mariannepaul.com and www.literarykayak.com.