Fortunately for some folks, I discovered electronic mail. For others, another story. Through the wizardry of modern science, through good and bad modems, I have found others online to whom I am able to ship out all the gunk that is in my head at any particular time. At work I used to hammer out short articles for the employees' newsletter and write reports. Lots of reports.
Planners get to write about everything that crosses their desks.
I worried that because I wrote so much at work, I might be draining my writing brain for off-work writing. So I quit. Elaine on the left, trying to hide, with Pablo, Mary's boyfriend, in the middle, and me on the right. Elaine's page keeps getting more interesting, in my unbiased opinion, and she also has devoted some space to my daughter Mary. What I hate Bad writing.