WHEN IT HAPPENS TO ME, SHOULDN’T IT BE CALLED “WOMANIC”?
Some days when I sit down at the computer to write something I have no idea what will come out of my fingers. hahaha! Some days! As if. I meant every day! My fingers have a mind of their own when it comes to coming up with something to say, apparently. Mouth silent, brain rabbit-nibbled, but fingers? Clickety pressing and dancing and hopping up and down as if they were possessed. I have absolutely no idea where I’m going with this but apparently my fingers don’t give a shit. On they go! This week has been the wringiest yet at...