The old man sat at his computer and wondered which form of twaddle he could produce today.
For reasons beyond him, his writing had generated an audience.
Most of his life had been a nonsense, so he was as the writing books told him, writing about what he knew.
He enjoyed throwing random words together; there was something cathartic in the process. It was he thought, a moment where he was in control when so much of his life had been under the direction of one other.
He put down ‘once upon a time’ and went from there.
Written for: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/05/19/weekend-writing-prompt-55-twaddle/
Morpethroad 
lol the start of your autobiography?
I thought you might have noticed I’ve been at it for some time 😀
lol yes you do let a lot of the personal slip … how much have you written so far?
I think that’s the same as asking my age 😂
oh okay .. then how old are you?
lol no need to answer, I was only interested in the progress of your writing ….
I feel this same way.
It’s fun isn’t it?
Sometimes, at least not being controlled is
That’s the bit I like most.
So we are copacetically thinking? Is that even a word : ))
Empathetic??
Maybe, certainly sympathetic.. ha
Hehe I like this use of Twaddle, the grandfather throwing random words together. If it helps him and is “cathartic” why not?
Thanks that’s how I see it too.
I suspected this is the way you start your day, Michael, although, age is all relative. 🙂
I fear you may know me too well…lol….and yes the age thing is all relative and at times I need to remind myself, though some bits of me are all too willing to do so.
😂