Decision

My Day, Welcome!

 

Decision

 

As I sit here deciding what to do today, many thoughts cross the littered path I call my mind. So far I accomplished some time at the gym and made a few inquiries to promote some work. I’ve checked the e-mail and dumped all the spam, sent notices to spammers to leave me alone and I’ve checked the progress of the WC issues. 

 

Sitting in front of that great white page as it slowly loads I remember the dial up days of AOL. An hour to load one page, then get kicked off right before the last line loads, then start it all over. 

 

Closed again, I turn my attention to this palate. Deciding which project to take on, so many things here need my attention, as do a few of my friends who cry for reviews, cry for help or some who just need to cry. 

 

My palate remains blank save for this lone work, my musings on paper to inspire myself. Many might wonder why even place pen to paper on a day like today when words flow stiffly as arthritic joints. Exercise in futility or just an exercise of mind. Either way, words lie down and wait for their place.

 

Time ticks by slowly as this takes its own life. A work, an exercise, or just an entry. In the end, nothing will matter except I know on a dark January day when the sun hid its face and the words flow like molasses ever so slowly I made this work happen, whether good or bad. Coldly and swiftly, winds blow outside as another offer of free this or that breaks through that electronic barrier. 

           

So much to write about, so many words lie scattered and now time works against my hands as I now venture forth from this place and travel to another. A different review now I perform and tell one person how well they rate. As they take up the gauntlet laid down at their feet and pass on knowledge so others lives they might save.

 

 

 

 

           

Reviews

[TLK]

Sitting in front of that great white page as it slowly loads I remember the dial up days of AOL. An hour to load one page, then get kicked off right before the last line loads, then start it all over.

An interesting metaphor.