I wonder when by the grace of good god will I ever stop writing mush…its painful enough being one and on top of that I make it a point to go all out on it! Boy! Can I do a number on all types and categories of ‘Feelings’ and ‘Emotions’ that exist in the human psyche. I don’t understand why of all the people was I chosen by whosoever controls fate or destiny for an overtly undue exposure to all the damned emotions in this world, so you can’t really blame me for being so blatant about my own.
Sometimes when I review my various attempts at writing the gist of it all or say the reason of or for it all is very simple… I’ve been emoting (rather too much!). People write. And I mean really write about the ‘Green house effect’ and the ‘ Global warming’, ‘Terrorism’ and ‘politics’, ‘poverty’ and ‘hunger’, ‘ideas’ and ‘ideals’, and what do I write? My expertise is mush! I’m the Know-It-all! The queen of mush! Is it that I am intellectually handicapped to write about the various miseries of the world? Or just engrossed in the miseries of my own mind? Or maybe just simply seeing in one direction? (Which is evidently the wrong one).
Does it ever happen to you? Anyone? (Except Danielle Steel of course!)
I really wish I could write something other than chicken soup.
The only excuse for my incapacitated abilities in the words of Carl Sandberg is that
“An expert is a damn fool a long way from home”
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