The Start

 

Ramblings of a Retired Mind

The Start

Where to begin?
The urge to write—to express—is something that has always lived inside me. I’ve long been someone who sees the world and feels compelled to put it into words. Sometimes, those words burst out in a flood, and those nearby can only wonder, “When will he stop?”

So, I’ve decided to start a blog. A place to share my thoughts, observations, and the occasional rant. Some readers may nod along in agreement; others might shake their heads and think I’m completely off base. So be it. That’s life.

As Jules Renard once said, “Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted.”

And so, here we are.
I hope those who find their way here will take something from what they read—and feel free to share in return.


This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.

 

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