What to write, what to write.

There is so much to write I can’t put a finger on it.

How delightful would it be to simply starting attacking the keyboard and ruminate about the complexities of life. The lows, the highs: just exquisite.

Harper Lee’s classic (To kill a mockingbird) has been on my hands and mind for quite sometime. It’s supposed to be a love story of sorts but turns out it talks about parenting, justice and racial discrimination. It talks about how to be a “fine folk” in the most basic sense of the word.

Sigh. I miss writing like this.

Whatever comes to mind. Just whatever.