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
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