The titles are kinda the thing, to be fair, so, any bookstore is like gold to me – to my way of thinking. I mean, I’ve yet to become any real kind of a reader, although I do read the sports pages of newspapers and Culture Magazine and what-not. But it’s the damn titles. Mightn’t be the same by the time I get to scribbling, and I have no clue whatsoever where any of the ideas or themes come from. And that’s more than fine. Right now I feel as though I am writing in the exact same style, maybe, that I was fairly certain I could eventually be able to muster together, when I was a freckle-headed kid whose mother dressed him fairly damn akin to a bee for his holy communion 😆 and telling her that there was just something in there, something that needed to be scribbled down. That’s kinda cool, for me anyhow. And, I’m sure, maybe for her too. Always supported me and told me to shoot for the stars. I think I might’ve even overdone it a tad on the amount I ended up scribbling, but hey, it is what it is and it feels… extremely important. Thanks @maighreadodr xx There are no… more words?! 😆