I like the delete button. It solves the anxiety that comes when a piece is out of control and heading off the rails. I couldn’t make it do what I wanted. It was a literary teenager, all sulky and willful. Select all and goodbye. I don’t want to write about the arguments I have with…… Continue reading Talking to the house.
I’ve had a hard couple of days. The radiation treatments have left me tired and nauseous. My depression is acting up as well. When the body feels bad, the brain and mood follow or something like that. At any rate, I’ve had a hard couple of days. It’s not been helped by the thing that…… Continue reading No more complaining about the everyday.
…I’m fortunate to live in a place where berries are plentiful in the summer months. I look forward to the period that used to start mid-July but now arrives in early June. It last until August. The season gets longer every year. Climate change is a bad thing, that’s just a fact; however, it has resulted in a longer berry season and this I enjoy…
“I had a look at the stats page on my blog the other morning; something I almost never do. I try not to be invested in results. I write because I feel compelled to, because it helps me, because it might help someone else, and because it lets me connect with interesting people. I don’t want to grow angst-ridden about market share.
The timing of the peek was serendipitous. The post counter has me at one-hundred and ninety-nine posts, making this number two-hundred.
I feel compelled to created something spectacular, yet, remain stymied over what to say.
I wasn’t going to write today…”