For someone like myself, blogging in general is a bit of a stretch. All the reasons of time, and energy, and being a bit of an introvert, lend toward keeping more of myself, to myself. Those of you who know me also know that I tend to share a lot about my zeal or zest for this or that idea or vision or dream or thought. I think I have about 10x as many thoughts as I have words to express them. I think at heart…I’m a writer with about a 15 year writers block. I used write quite a bit. Short stories. Poems. Observations. The blocks about to burst, as I have promised my friend, and while I don’t know if what I’m about to say here at Double Stitched Khakis or what I’ve been starting to say over here at Justice Gardens is worth the reading, I know at least it’s worth it to me to start saying it, in some form, with, albeit digital, pen and ink. At the risk of sounding too cute and saccharine, I’ll say that those Khaki pants that have been mended and hung up to dry on a clothes line are still flapping in the wind….
There’s a lot of stuff rolling around in the old noggin. Just not enough time to get it out.
I’ve been working on something else here that has me pretty excited…
Khaki pants are hanging on the line waiting to dry…..
hope to start blogging soon…khaki pants are being mended.
