I have always, since grade school, envisioned myself a famous author hunched over a typewriter, wads of paper in the floor of an office filled with smoke and walls and walls of books. This magical office would have a window, out of which I could see the ocean. Ahhhh. Well, I’m not famous nor hunched. The wads of paper are just my delete key on my laptop or a pencil eraser. I write in notebooks probably more than I do on the computer. I like how a pencil feels in either hand. I can write with both. The walls of books consist of one large bookcase and half of “my side” of my closet is crammed with stacks and rows and boxes of books. My window overlooks the a bird feeder, the area of my yard where the septic tank is buried and woods. I do enjoy the smell of a pipe, although I don’t smoke one. I wonder if they make pipe tobacco scented candles?

“Randombraincells; strands of saffron” is a blog I have started to amuse myself and to put my thoughts into words. The ideas and images seem to stick with me better that way, since I tend to forget rather easily these days. Although, I am a ravenous reader and I do write daily, having people see the good, the funny, the weird, the stupid, and the pure crap that happens with me is slightly unnervingly scary. Nevertheless, I’m gonna do it. I am a writer, not an editor. If my grammar makes you grind your teeth, just chew gum cause I write like I talk. If I say a bad word here and there, either overlook it, pray for me (ha) or laugh. I will speak frankly and openly with my fingers. I will tell you how I see it. If my perspective is not yours, then I don’t have to worry about plagiarism, do I? If I ramble about nothing, remember the name of this blog…..Enjoy and be kind!