Like this:

I’ve just posted my 101 post. I think that’s a milestone, isn’t it? In keeping with my Disneyfied view of the world, 101 is far more interesting than an even 100 would be. This will actually make it 102 – even more interesting!

But it begs the question – why?

Why do I do this? It’s quite simple really. I have the floor for as long as I want it and only relinquish it when I’m truly done talking. You have no idea how little that happens in my world. Thing One and Thing Two in particular is extremely chatty – usually in the early hours of the morning, God love ‘im – and I rarely get to complete a thought without being derailed by requests for socks, permission forms, breakfast or wallets.

It’s not easy being me, you know.

Not really.

More seriously, I write because I have to. I’ll let you in on a little secret – I am not an elegant conversationalist.

I’ll just give you a moment.

. . . .

It’s true. I lose words somewhere between my cerebellum and my uvula. I lose whole concepts. I lose threads of conversation, subjects, topics and focus. I stammer. I am easily confused and, when in a debate-ish sort of setting (something that happens fairly often for such a Retiring and Quiet Sort Of Girl) I often get sidetracked and tricked into saying things I had no intention of saying and often don’t really believe.

I’m disorganized in my brain.

My dear Grandmother had a degenerative form of dementia that was essentially treating her brain like a corn field in Saskatchewan – mysterious crop circles would appear in her memory and she’d no idea how it got there. There one day, gone the next. Some days as sharp as a marble, other days clear and edgy enough to split hairs. I feel a little like that sometimes.

So for me, writing is a way to communicate honestly. To say what I actually think in a clear, logical and reasonably concise way. Roughly. It’s something I do because it’s what I was trained to do. It’s the only thing I’m really good at and I always seem to have something to say.

Given the circumstances, what else could I do?

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