Pinky Rocko

Ever since starting this blog, there’s been apprehension and anxiety about the content and the prose inserted into each post. Words can convey soft images, sentiments, and forgotten memories that are personal and unique to each reader. The selective use of words is a litmus test for the writer’s vocabulary and ultimately, his/her intelligence. Since the inception of this blog, there’s been posts with very endearing messages and those with progressive opinions about this writer’s perspective on varying issues.

Writing is a building conjured up by a powerhouse of words.

While the initial intention of this blog has been to include quirky incites into my world, it has been a hodgepodge of different ideas and thoughts that may not be linked in any order. I aspire to write about relevant issues to which I’m experiencing or pondering.

At the moment, I particularly enjoy just reading. I read fiction and non-fiction, but mostly fiction. I read political satires, autobiographies, memoirs, and an abundance of internet news. Particularly refreshing is when I find a writer that strikes a balance with humor and personality and an injection of originality and insight. I don’t have a single favorite author, I have a handful that changes through the years. Some books are mainstream and some are not. A hodgepodge, like my posts.