I don’t usually remember what I wrote about, once it’s down on the page or up on the blog. 

I know this because Abby or my Mother will tell me about a post they liked, and I will have little to no memory of the broad strokes.

If they mention a clever line or two it’ll ring a bell and I’ll remember writing about it, but that post about dogs doesn’t narrow it down much. 

I have so many ideas for what to write about throughout the day, but when I sit down I have none. 

I’ll be driving or walking or working or eating and I’ll follow some train of thought about Stephen King’s perspective on writing as labor, or how Dogs are enlightened, or how television is evil, or how television is not evil. 

Well if I just write about that it’ll be an interesting post,

I think that and immediately forget what I was going to write about. 



I sure do write about dogs an awful lot. They can’t write themselves, so somebody’s gotta do it.

If dogs could write would that make them more or less like Bodhisattva, do you think? 

Would they use curse words?

I told Abby I used a dirty word for the first time in yesterdays post. She said piss, in the context of a dog pissing does not count as a cuss. 

I still think it’s a dirty word.