Going aways from my usual posts today. For one, I am tired and for another a strange thought came to me today. I was always the class clown. At work people say that the aisle I sit on is generally fun. But every time I sit down to write, I am ever so serious and that makes me wonder where does it come from?
When I speak, there are wise cracks, when I write only serious thoughts. I am neither the clown nor the stupidest person around here. Does this change when writing happen to any one else? Is it that my inside which I rarely acknowledge in the run of the day all serious?
I know I am a truly happy person inside. When I laugh and play with people, I am not acting. Then where does this writer come from?
Would love to hear others thoughts on this.