I sit here wishing I could write what is bothering me, but really I am so upset I just can't even begin to write, and you know what they say, if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all....?

If all writers believed that, then we would have no great stories, no true passions, no lessons and no life.

But, I still can't write. At least all of you are writing, and especially today as I browse the pages, for that I am most greatful.

~v.