I have no words to writing about anything, and reading poems, flash fiction and short stories with great pleasure but yet no praise I can give. My brain as ease to have a flow of words, which I beckon to type for you all. All creative is washed itself from me and hide hopeful just round the next mountain which I need to climb. The Da Vindi Code has not give the words or ideas to me yet but it time it shall. I hope?
With next goal which grace me with it present at end month, will jot the memory of written words of my fingers wrote.I wish I could but no I can not.