For my 100th blog post of 2020, I wanted to share a bit about my WordPress writing experience, and say a huge thanks to some folks who have been integral in my journey...
I want to have the book fully written (not edited, just written) by the end of November, at the very latest. The title of the book is 2203.
Sometimes the whole point of today is to simply get you to tomorrow, and even sometimes tomorrow to the next day. For two pieces of cloth with a handful of stitches between them is altogether useless. You need every stitch in between to make it a proper coat. Only then can you weather the storms.
And I, when left to my own devices, can hardly breathe. I gave myself a moment today to take the world in, and required conscious effort to allow my chest to rise and fall...
Give me your hand and we can walk to the edge of the ocean, if you'd like. We won't jump in, but if we find some flat, smooth stones along the way, maybe we can have a skipping competition. We'll count the ripples, even if there's only one.
For having such wide open eyes I sure have narrow perspective Thank you, dear friend for showing me the rest of the picture For revealing the canyon I call an insignificant fissure For taking this grain of sand And showing me a mountain
I try not to be a Debbie Downer too much, but this site often ends up being my mind-dump, word vomit therapy. Yesterday, I was in the worst of sorts, but remembered that great writers become great by writing constantly, so I wrote two posts but did not publish them because they were so sad/disheartening/not... Continue Reading →