and full of nonsense
...that would be me.
I talk to myself
(and my characters;
they're lovely conversationalists)
more than I talk to anyone else...
except, perhaps, for the cat and Max--
the one merely meows or gives a baleful glare
(she is, after all, a cat),
and the other is happy to answer
with a five-toothed smile.
There are ships and sealing wax
in our future;
I can feel it.
Originally posted May 27, 2009.