This that I put upon paper is not of my own making, I assure you. I am only doing what I am given to do. I pick up, like unto now, a pen, I have the paper ready at all times, as words or thoughts come into my head, I just write them down, going along the page, not really thinking of what I am writing but putting down one word at a time.

Sometimes I may get a whole sentence but most of the time it is by the one word, given in rapid succession so that I have no time to think of what I am writing or to concern myself with correct spelling or punctuation, that often has to be sorted when the words are complete.


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