Hi brisby,

Yes, you have posted regularly in the last month and that's excellent stuff. We all should be posting regularly and I'm trying, but not doing very well at all, but I know that something will give, soon. I had a look at the @freewrite section and read a post regarding what freewriting is and thought it'd be ignorant of me not to try, so I found the weekend one, which is in three parts. My first two parts were okay, but obviously, wanted to change them (but didn't), but the third part just killed it for me. There is no way I could try to make it fit. It just didn't work, but I will try the next one. I am tempted to just post the first two parts, but same conclusion - I may as well try to post something interesting for people (described as the ego requiring approval in the freewriting post, which I get).

I cannot try another go at the third part either, because that would be spending a lot more than five minutes on it. I tried and came close, but sort of failed, but I am inwardly optimistic. By definition of me being here, it shows I am a hopeless optimist :). So, I will try a single five minute one and see how it goes. I thought I was being clever as well, by adding two words to the first part's title, which were, "George Gerstein". It changes the whole perception of the story and that might have been my error. I have realised something whilst typing this, though, which has been niggling me for a while and which I have edited and avoided 'but', I use the word, "but" too often. This is my way of avoiding saying that anything 'is'.

I remember when I was younger I used to come out with some seriously deep and profound words. I used to enjoy what the head could throw out and having spent many hours in altered states, I am aware that I am not always the driver of this vehicle :). I have observed myself many times and often and it can be bemusing, to say the least. Anyway, what I was saying is that I used to come out with profound words and then, after a short pause, would follow it with, "Ahh, but I'm full of shit", and I think it was because it was my ego talking the wise words of depth and profundity. I was the observer.

Jesus, there I go again on the old tangent train. One of these days I am going to make something of it all. I used to write and write, all of the time. I'd fill every piece of paper that was lying around with ideas, thoughts and projects. Song lyrics, poems, scripts, routines and philosophies. I used to love writing and then it just stopped. I can't even be bothered writing a shopping list out nowadays and regularly forget items of necessity :).

Right, slap round the face, shake off the dust of morbid becomings and fet a big happy and bright grip of my shit. Not that I'm down, just a little anxious about time passing me by and me neglecting Steemit. I apologise for the lengthy replies, because they contradict my inability to type words out in a gang of paragraphness and they take more time than they are worthy of in the octopus that we know as the written word, of which I feel this is one of the tentacles of (Eh? How's that for stretching it a bit? Ha, ha ,ha).

Okay, quick note finished and now off to try to inspire myself to write about something or create a post. With regards to the deleting things, it may have something to do with all of the problems that have been created from people sharing thoughts via social media sites and just generally online. I feel that Steemit is different in that respect and maybe because there is nothing hidden.

Thanks for the reply, brisby, oh yes, I haven't heard the word Arigato before, but I am assuming that it is a happy word :D. Keep writing and I'll catch up with you and thousands of others, very soon.