…is sometimes what I believe happens when I begin to write. I dig out the words I want and put them together, one piece at a time. I often think I should take a sculpting class, that I would enjoy working with my hands.

I suppose I could say that I’ve sculpted many a head of hair over the past twenty some odd years. I’ve officially retired from that profession now, although I do find the time to hassle my friends about how their locks look upon occasion.

And because words and sculpting often go together, here’s something for you to ponder.