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Be Warned — Writer Out Of His Cage
I’m mixing things up, and it isn’t pretty!
Or perhaps I can say “Stream of Genius Emanates From Writer’s Musings?” — Too much, you think?
Okay, this is an exercise of being led by one’s muse, or early-day ramblings, and not my usual exceptionally well-thought-out, logically immutable missives that you rush to…
This morning, I, in the form of my more frivolous self, will be directing my ruminations your way. Be warned. It’s not too late to skip class.
And why such a dramatic earth-shattering pivot towards this arbitrariness you ask? — No, you demand!
Well, I think it partly comes from reading some of the rapier-sharp witticisms on Medium. That’s when I realize how much I appreciate humor, and sometimes want to spread the warmth and lightness that accompanies it.
It’s also a way to flex my verbiage, as being frivolous also brings with it the ridiculous phrasing one can sometimes use or should I say ‘avail myself of?’ — You see what I mean. It flexes that Elizabethan in me.
So you get my drift, vibe, what I’m saying here?
Sometimes being playful is where my muse takes me. (Did I just say muse? — She’s found me!)
