Ramblings from the heart
My lighthearted look at soul crushing angst is the best way I have to handle struggle and strife. That thought catapults me into the recliner facing my window on the world. Here I sit . . . and sit . . . and sit. This is pretty lame, just sitting here twiddling and fiddling. Can’t think of a better way to spend the morning though. Later, a walk with ginger gives me a quick dose of the will to continue.
The will to continue
That’s my big problem. Has been for a long long time. Short sentences. Clipped speech. Manic mind. All this weighs heavily on the writer’s heart. “Oh my what purple prose you have”, said the big bad Wolf, editor, critic, commenter.
I could keep writing and talking and blathering but, I haven’t got the will to continue. Hmmm. I’ll have to write about that sometime.