Gawd I wish I could write. If writing is the mirror of the soul, my soul must be jumbled, indeed, it might be fractured more than I realize. I hope that it is just a lack of ability on my part rather than a failure of logic or lack of original thought.

Upon reflection, it could be an understandable lack due to circumstances. After all I came from a heritage that was far removed from literary expression. My college education required little in the way of writing. I roamed the math library for fun in Madison; not a good sign for development of a literary bent. How do you become a proficient writer if the first desk job you had was on your 30th birthday. Maybe if I write a million words the skill will manfest itself. Practice practice and someday it'll be there. That's an interesting idea, blogging as practicing the scales in music. Necessary but of no particular value.