I had become a thinker.

Writing. It’s the same as talking to myself. Yes. That is why I am compelled to write. I probably hadn’t learned how to think. Until I learned to write. I was fascinated. To see my created written words. On paper. Little wonder. I was born to be a journalist. The creator of my own journals. Right here. Broede’s Broodings. As a youngster. I excelled in penmanship. For good reason. I fell in love. With the shape of my own words. I was an artist. Painting pictures. With words. What could be better than that? I quickly learned to give meaning . To those wonderful words. That was the ultimate. My own meaning. I had become a thinker. --Jim Broede