Happy 100th Post.

I have finally found peace in senseless writing.

Notice that I did not mention joy.

Writing is not joyful. It is a chore that, when used properly, brings peace.

Or perhaps it is because I have sold my privacy rights to a piece of paper called The Degree, and when coupled with the memories of late night slogging, the joy of writing slowly disintegrates.

But blogging remains unaffected. It is a world on its own. It is separate, distinct and solely mine. I am the writer, the critique, the copy editor, the designer, the photographer, etc. No rules apply to my writing.

Just because of what you are, I managed to keep a small piece of joy, my precious, to be safely secured within me, until my blogging world ends.

Happy Posting... my 67/100.