One full year of posting. It's been work. It's been fun. It's been a struggle. It's been glorious. I feel as if I had a lot of low moments. But, I think, I've had just as many high moments producing stories I really enjoyed writing. I'm a little lost on where I'm going yet excited …
Category: Thoughts on Writing
Learning Curve
Learning to acceptLearning to liveLearning to understandthe diamond buried barren
Endless Determination
What happens when the vines close?What happens when the rain showers dark?What happens when an avalanche covers?What happens when you fall from high?What happens when you fail?Sometimes it gets close, but finding that last glimmer--at the bottom of the leaves, the debris--I brush the dirt off and start climbing again,Because the choice to give up …
Motivation
One day at a time, one day at a time--Where do you begin?Where do you end?One day at a time, one story at a time--It's a journey, it's a marathon--One day at a time--
For Now
Sometimes there's a day when frustration rattles every word and sentence. It becomes a fight up a muddy hole. Chapters and ideas seem like burnt mush. And every possibility to improve a book, or start something new, melts away before I can get a decent grip. I seem blind. Frustration gains a firmer grip, and …
One Day at a Time
The struggle. It's not much. It doesn't feel like it's much. The struggle seems petty and small, and never seems to amount to something worth while. Because the struggle attacks like a rabid wolf. A starving wolf. I guess everything and everyone struggles. To some degree. But, it makes no sense to me why I …
Each and Every Heavy Thought
I accept that I'm a writer. But that's pretty much it. I don't know the rest. I've been attempting to figure that out for a long time. Identity, style, personality--sometimes I feel like none of these exist without my ability to be a writer. I tie a lot of things into my so-called "way of …
Loss and Time
Life can throw so many things at you. Death is one of them. Dealing with it--Hurts. The time was a gift. And no matter how I feel, life continues to move forward.
Incorruptible
I sometimes feel like I need to fight. Not against something. More like for something. Well, I take that back. It is against something. Myself. My brain. Or the sweet, sweet sensation with not being complacent. I always feel like I'm fighting. I'm that guy who always feels buried. Or I'm that guy refusing to …
Fight for the Right to be Happy
A moment to breathe. The pause between the waves of wind, the sky rippling in responseA bland moment in a pool, being pulled through the steam, enjoying the time.A falling, grand moment after being thrown from the moon. To sail to the smudged blueA moment to find perspective. To define happiness, an empty silo taken …
Just Buckle Down 