As a writer I have a tendency to tie everything up in a nice, clean storyline, with a beginning a middle and an end. Everyday events, life events, family stories, work history, whatever.

I know in reality is wasn't so neat; and in some ways, consciously and unconsciously, I'm adapting the narrative to suit my needs.

This blog, for instance. They are always written to tie up loose ends; they usual have a consistent theme.

And life doesn't work that way.

Maybe not, but that the way I treat life.

I've plopped down four blog entries that have accumulated while I was narrating my life. Heh.