Love to write. In fact, I have to. If I go for any time without commiting words to paper, I can't hold proper conversations any more. It's as if I have a backlog of words in my brain that sneak out inappropriately, rendering sane statements into absolute chaos. "I'd love a boiled egg. Chaucer used to keep his in an envelope beside the bed." That kind of thing. Looking forward to 100 Words a day in August.