If I say I know what I’m going to be writing about for the next 29 days, I will be lying. The truth is, really I don’t. Calling out the rest of this gang was simply a spur-of-the-moment reaction.
I don’t know what to write but I know how to write. I don’t even have a focus in mind, but I believe my fingers will bail me out as they’ve always done.
Speaking of fingers, it reminds me of everytime I come to this online space to drop a piece of my mind, as Facebook won’t stop asking. More often than not, I’m saved by the fingers.