I love to talk. I want to share my ideas and hear yours. I speak the truth but sometimes I like to turn it to fiction, embellishing it to make it more interesting , just like adding a variety of textures to a collage. Ears aren’t always there when the thoughts fill me and need to flow like soap bubbles blown from a wand. That’s the beauty of writing. It waits patiently to be heard, while I can start on my next conversation. The words swirl, creating pictures, interpreted personally, as are the images captured by a camera lens of etched with a paintbrush.