Distant Horizons

I'm M.J. and I like to write a lot about my family--my best friend, my brothers, and my sisters are my most common topics. One time, my brother came with me on a canoe-ride. We used oars to pedal ourselves under this big bridge, and boy, were we surprised when we saw this baby duckling! It patted across the water as though it did not weigh a thing even though we chased it down and tried to sneak up on it. That made me smile a lot because I like ducklings. This one time I saw a duck on the side of the road, but it would not let me pet it. I also wrote about a goose one time that had a broken wing and was named Giraffe. Giraffes are very tall, and this one time--

Stop!

Now you may feel berserk at how quickly my topic changed pace. This is how I felt when I was reading The Catcher in the Rye. He goes on so many tangents that I find it hard to keep track of and be interested in the main plot. Let's just hope it gets a bit more concise further into the book.