What if?

What if?  What if something is better than nothing?  Or not.  What if I can't write or lose ten pounds and they seemed tied together and I can't figure it out.  What if I have all kinds of beginnings but can't seen to stay--here--for the middle or ending.  What if I have bought a piece of cyberspace.  No, it's free.  To talk to myself out loud--and at this age and stage.  This should be a younger me.  Okay.  Remember what Joan said, "Not by me."  Not by me.

Here's the story. She said, "When I go to Manhattan, I'm going to dye my hair purple and get a no-crotch stocking  (I'm not sure if I remember exactly what she said, but you get the gist. )   Here's the point.  Coming up.  I said...

I said, "Hasn't it been done."

She said, "Not by me."

Okay.  This is something.  From me.  Writingfromspace.