I haven’t
written a word for a while now.
I have the luxury of indulging in this total unaccountability for a good reason.
I don’t make money with what I write. So
I have the luxury of indulging in this total unaccountability for a good reason.
I don’t make money with what I write. So
- Never mind, I tell myself.
- Never
mind.
But I do have an excuse. Not one that could have stood the test of having to earn a living through the written word, but otherwise, a very good excuse.
Life has taken over.
But I do have an excuse. Not one that could have stood the test of having to earn a living through the written word, but otherwise, a very good excuse.
Life has taken over.
My idea
of a perfect life is like the course of a river that can only exist in fairy
tales.
It should flow without a wave.
It should flow without a wave.
Since I
know is that is not a possibility, small waves are acceptable – like the stress
of living with only what one needs.
Bare and uncomplicated.
Bare and uncomplicated.
I don’t
want to be deliriously happy.
Of course I don’t want to be devastatingly sad.
I just want to be with my faculties sharp to my chosen stimuli.
Of course I don’t want to be devastatingly sad.
I just want to be with my faculties sharp to my chosen stimuli.
That for
me translates to no big occasion. No big anything.
No fuss.
No fuss.
Well,
that life is now snatching at straws for its very survival.
And all because I rescued two gorgeous little puppies.
And all because I rescued two gorgeous little puppies.
