Blue Paper Blues

Okay, so when staring at the screen fails, out must come the pen and the pushing it across the paper making squiggly marks - blue on blue in this case- which can later be translated by the readers’ eyes and brain into some semblance of meaning. So while it may transcribe this fairly faithfully later to the computer, for now it is just me; a girl and a not quite blank page. It is a scrap page in fact. On of those strange sized blue pages packed between each and every copy of the annual report. 500 copies of the report, 532 pieces of pristine blue paper. Couldn’t just recycle it. must use it up some how. It has become dumping ground for my random thoughts. Day job thoughts and night job thoughts and personal thoughts. Have decided to get serious about my perfect man list but think it will be so Gone With The Wind in length it will be in installments.