A room of his own

So now it is time for free writing. Well, no, not really. Now it is time to get down to bare knuckles, hardtacks. I think that I have a story here, one that might mean something, that might actually be readable and of interest to others. I guess that would make it art, or self-expression, or self-satisfaction. So I am going to start splattering down the ideas, like blobs of red and green and blue acrylic, in the hopes that they will eventually, through dint of gravity, all separate pieces come together as a completed puzzle.

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