Have you ever bought a bag of mixed nuts, still in the shells, and it seemed like every one you cracked turned out to be bad—old, stale, dry—and if you were lucky, you got one perfect one? That, a wise friend told me on Valentine’s Day, is not unlike love.
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O.K., I've been asked to explain the blog name. Of course you know that the word "doodle" usually refers to random jottings made while otherwise occupied—on the phone, attending meetings, watching television, or just daydreaming. Doodles are very rough sketches of people, patterns, animals, objects, etc. My plan for this blog is to expand the definition of doodling to include play writing, prose (fiction and non), and anything else (woodworking? ironing shirts?), that invades my brain pan. A little of this, a little of that—the whole blog becoming one big hybrid doodle. As for the "meister" part, that's just pure vanity.
