So, who's next?

A larger question, if questions come in sizes, is probably why do I write? Most of us write, in a form or other. Some of us put it on paper. Virtually speaking, it's paper, this electronic sheet I'm filling now. Writing is essentially the organization of thoughts that occur in random fashion over the course of the day, week, month, year. The longer the time period, the less connected the thoughts. In a short frame of time, our ideas can be edited for clarity, meaning and substance. When we think in a sensible way, we are "writing" it down, on that electronic sheet of paper inside our heads. Writing, as a hobby or as a form of self therapy, should be rather easy, alleging the scope of the effort connects to a useful vocabulary and functional grammar. Putting ideas on paper is useful, even if it becomes a wad of waste, tossed into the trash can. If it goes beyond that, writing takes on a new meaning. Real writing is hard work. But it's worth the work. I've been

Jay Hughes is my nom-de-plume, my pseudo, my writer's name. It generally means "JU's" and was/is essential because my name and that of the late more famous John Updike were problematic for at least one of us. Establishing my own identity was more fascinating than I originally imagined, but once the character became upright and slightly believable, he became somewhat charismatic. Jay is about being honest, slightly confused, a bit on the naughty side and inclined to be clueless to the point of having the onions to "figure it out" on his own. The character has matured, generally, in the past few years, and I suspect that's along the lines of my own sense of maturity. We all eventually see where we've been, what may or may not be a discernable future and the capability to expect that nothing we plan will always go as we planned it. The adventure is what Jay is about, recognizing that -- in the story -- nearly everyone gets what everyone deserves. There

To win the championship, you don't have to beat everyone. You just have to beat who's next. Having established that, we come across the bizarre world of irony, absurdity and peculiarity. I love these three words. I love many words. I won't go much beyond that for the moment. It's pleasant outdoors and my flowers want to sprout. The flowers have made that perfectly clear. Later.