A poem.

What’s the deal with the alternating caps lock some people type in? In that vein, what’s the deal with peoples inability to type in general?

I learned to type to music in high school; now, it still keeps me on track.

A poem about one’s experience finding love through internet.

I am mad. Personal divulges of my mind. I wrote this in less than half an hour so don’t expect quality. But nonetheless, I hope you enjoy.

In the summer of 1993 when my children were three and four years old and I was thinking about returning to the workplace, I was given an opportunity to become a home audio typist. This is the story of my journey to become a successful transcriber. I have a professional website at http://www.kemp-professional-services.co.uk.

How do I become a self-made millionaire?

Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary…

In runs in the family.

About another striving to break his writing block.