"Ten Mistakes Writers Don't See (But Can Easily Fix When They Do)" [Daypop Top 40]
I sometimes think I could write something. But then something comes up causing me to sometimes think. Actually, sometimes I totally get it. Hopefully, I do. I sometimes look at myself in the mirror and say, "Richard, what do you think?" I often reply hopefully, "Hopefully, I do!"
But, the obtuseness, the shallowness of that reply, like a car moving careeningly down a crevasse, sometimes makes me think I should just say, "I am." "I am." "I AM!!" There is no better place to reflect on these things than in my garden, surrounded, fittingly, with daffodils, irises, willows, grass, dandelions, very small rocks, leaves, cedars and pink flamingoes. It is a shockingly beautiful garden filled with pretty flowers carrying scents that are unbelieveable to my nose whose hairs virtually shiver with the anticipation as I contemplate the deep questions that filter through my brain into those parts that are "I".
Gadzooks. I am late. I must move away from my garden full of daffodils, irises, willows, grass, dandelions, very small rocks, leaves, cedars and pink flamingoes so that I may provide some sustenance for my young son. He is brilliant, as well as handsome, I sometimes think. Perhaps, hopefully and literally, our hunger is but a treadmill for our life. I think, sometimes. 12:30:29 PM 
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