“Go for broke. Always try and do too much. Dispense with safety nets. Take a deep breath before you begin talking. Aim for the stars. Keep grinning. Be bloody-minded. Argue with the world. And never forget that writing is as close as we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things–childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases, parents, loves–that go on slipping , like sand, through our fingers.” ~ Salman Rushdie
“We who make stories know that we tell lies for a living. But they are good lies that say true things, and we owe it to our readers to build them as best we can. Because somewhere out there is someone who needs that story. Someone who will grow up with a different landscape, who without that story will be a different person. And who with that story may have hope, or wisdom, or kindness, or comfort. And that is why we write.” ~ Neil Gaiman
“Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.” ~ Stephen King
Yeh, I know it’s Christmas but I don’t feel like writing about it. The photo will have to suffice. By the way, that’s a very cool trail; worth going to see, walk, whatever, if you are in the area. Now, the clouds are rolling in. Trite phrase, I know, but I did it on purpose because this foggy mind seems to be . . . ummm, I don’t know, maybe I got too much sleep. It’s confusing. But back to the clouds . . . a steady swift flow from the south. Gray stuff with enough of a lattice of gaps to reveal the open sky to a small degree. I got a glimpse of both the Moon and Jupiter when I went out to look at the sunrise. Inspiring. So I’m watching the weather. They say a storm is coming. I’d like that. I’d also like to quit with the staccato sentences already, like I’m some kind of friggin Hemingway or something. Enough already. I’m just winging it here this morning so I know that the sentences will come out however they danged well please: short, fat, whatever. A few sentences back I mentioned a “lattice of gaps”, and I think that better describes my brain than it does the clouds, although there are similarities worth noting, none of which I care to share at this time. Feeling grumpy I am. It’s mostly from free-floating anxiety and the frustration it gives so well. The past few weeks have been emotionally grueling, the kind of stuff that reminds me of the giant Va de Graf generator they have at the Boston Museum of Science. The thing spins a belt, round and round, gathering up a static charge, then before you know it there are actual lightning bolts flying around the room! Yikes. Good thing they keep that thing in a cage. Yet tis a day of rest. I’ll have pot roast and red wine in an early dinner with a friend. That’s enough for me.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.