“Dear Lord God, keep me quiet, so that I don’t end up in Dachau.”
Every now and then I need to write. I don’t have to write, I don’t want to write, I need to write. It is a cathartic exercise for me.
I don’t have a writing schedule or deadline. I don’t have a predefined list of topics I aim to cover. I pretty much write about what I’m feeling at that moment. No outlines, no processes, just unfiltered thought.
Quite simply, every now and then my anger and frustration compounds, and the irritation must be released before it destroys its host. The words below have been released as needed.