What do you enjoy most about writing? Writing is an outlet. It’s my friend. It’s my pal. It’s my confidant. It’s my confidence builder. Words can be true and can serve as escapism. Words can enlighten. They can obscure. Writing provided comfort to my mother. She wrote poems […]
For nearly a decade, I have written a post every day until one day I didn’t. I felt horribly about missing a day. Then I went back to writing every day, until one day I didn’t. Then, that routine happened a few more times. This week, I think […]
I hate when I do this. What? I hate noting how many days in a row I’ve been writing. It’s a weird thing to monitor. Perhaps. Probably not. It’s just that it’s so overly conscious. In another 231 days, should I keep up the continous writing, it will […]
Last week I did something I have rarely done in my 10 years of blogging. I put out two posts in one day. Interestingly enough for me, I didn’t recall writing both of them and setting out to post them on the same day. There are times that […]
Today marks six straight months of everyday writing. My previous record was ober 1,800 days. Then stuff happened. It’s ok. My world didn’t shatter because I took off a few days here and there. I do have to admit, it can make one a bit anxious if you […]
This has been a tough, crazy week physically and mentally. Unfortunately, not intellectually. But folks, that is a whole other story and I’ll just save that for another time. Apparently, I’ve got a groundswell of stories to put out there. This week, you see, my hand has been […]
The world has had some dramatic changes in the past decade. I’ve had small and large changes in my life. In the past decade I’ve lived in five cities and 10 different homes/apartments. Whew. I’m tired. Very tired. I’ve met hundreds of people. Some really good. Some really […]
If I write something today it will be 121 days in a row of writing. Ever since I broke my over 1,800 days of writing I have been off and on the writing-wagon. I used to invest a lot of thought into my pieces. I used to try […]
Oh boy. I was startled. Thought I had written a bit. Then came to see I had been distracted all day with words for others. Government documents. Legal documents. Meeting notes. But no words for me. I had starved myself in a way. Deprived myself of my own […]
Nothing during and coming out of this pandemic had stayed the same. Nor can it. Nor should it, necessarily. One thing that has changed for me, besides my level of cynacism, is my writing time and writing style. Like clockwork, everyday for more than five years, I always set […]
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