There’s a freedom again in this blog because almost no one come to see it anymore. It’s a tiny corner of the internet that has been abandoned. Maybe one person a day comes here…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I want to remember how to write. I want to be creative and write the things I am thinking. I am still thinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I think I am thinking. I do feel stuck in quicksand, with the state of my body under renovation. I am doing things, things that seem faily mindane and barely worth doing. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yes, I have a job and a family. I am doing the work to maintain those things, keep the momentum. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I want to be doing bigger things. i want to create something. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have two manuscripts–Works in progress –that are worthy. I want to get those done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I think of a circus or an event has a critical mass that people can join in…something that is already in motion that others can jump on and be part of the thing that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but a writer writes alone. All momentum has to be generated by me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That’s why I’m writing this this morning. So generate a little motion, a little momentum. I would like to write a little every day. Until I write a lot every day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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