Hi Everyone. 
We’ve all been sick here in Mama’s world, even Mama. :0 We’re all finally feeling well again, and hopefully it will stay that way.
Once upon a time, Mama had no qualms about using profanity in her writing. Didn’t even think about it. If it worked for the character/setting/situation, those words–from George Carlin’s list and others–flowed along with the rest of ‘em.
Joining online forums (not writing related) changed that. Mama had to think about those words that might be offensive–not to mention blocked. 
Once upon a time, Mama had a strong “sense of self,” to use probably-outdated psychobabble. The past several years of multiple medical crises and ongoing financial struggles have taken care of that. Always one to question, the questions have become murkier, right along with that previous self.
I’ve been thinking about these two issues; how they seem to have merged in my writing self, so the words I’m coming up with are mucky, with a thick layer of dust clinging. In my mind I see the words looking like words used to when typed on an old typewriter with a new ribbon; letters just noticeably blurred and bleeding at the edges. Introspective writing can only be good if it takes the writer and the reader somewhere farther along.
Sometimes I think this is ok, ultimately this will all add something to my writing. Right now, though, I would love to recapture the flow and feel of words coming through my keyboard clean and sharp–profane or not.
The tank is doing well, my little reef is growing. The coral beauty was sufficiently traumatized by our attempt to capture her so that she hasn’t been nipping at the corals.
Only a few more days before it is finally, blissfully, officially SUMMER VACATION!!!!!
