Words on the Page

Sometimes when the words hit the page I surprise myself.  I suppose if I really knew what I was doing I would be following an outline of some kind.  That would be too easy.

I never know where my words will take me.  I was writing about my mother, food and before I knew it, I was reflecting about prejudice in the south and anti-Semitism. 

Not exactly what I had intended.  Sometimes I wonder, "Where am I going with all this?"  Which only makes me hungry.

Maybe I should just have something to eat.