One week turned into two; two weeks turned into three. Time continued to march on as I sat in front of computer screens, tablets, or with pen and paper in hand, trying to will myself to write. Brief spurts of encouragement came as I would occasionally spill out a few words, a few dozen words,Continue reading “Grabbing the Rung”
I took a purposeful week off blogging this past week. Honestly, I ran into a small window where my life became a bit unmanageable. It was nothing big; there was no tragedy. Simply put, my priorities got all screwy where my lack of skills in time management resulted in it being better that I satContinue reading “A Stumble and a Fall”
People are gathering in the hall. Books surround them. I sit at my table, anxiously awaiting someone to approach me, someone to show even a moniker of interest in what I’ve wrote, the covers I designed, or even me. Do I look like an interesting enough person to talk to? Or am I just anotherContinue reading “When I Must Interact”
Is lying to ourselves ever good?
Where does anxiety come from? Does it come from a big event? Does it come from some great existential crisis? Or does it come from an accumulation of little things? Something occurred to me yesterday. I was looking at my car and noticed the damaged decal that had been on my car since the lastContinue reading “Small Things”