Writing about imagined secrets.

I’m a writer. And to prove it, I write. Every day. Maybe I write bull shit. But writing is writing. Even BS. But I do better than that. I write about virtually anything that comes to mind. Because writing is much like playing the piano. It’s best done daily. Practice. Practice. Practice. Really, I love to practice. It’s fun. No problem finding something to write about. I could write morning, noon and night. Around the clock. Even in my sleep, I suspect. Certainly, I’ve dreamed about writing. Some of my best friends think I pose a danger. Because I often write about them. Often, I keep them anonymous. But not always. Many, many things I choose to keep private. Especially certain intimacies. Personally, I have no secrets. But others do. And that’s their business. Not mine. Therefore, I generally don’t divulge secrets. Though I’d like to write a book some day. About imagined secrets. A work of fiction. –Jim Broede