Passing years have given me the option to relax about writing more than when I was in my thirties.
I once thought that if I didn’t write something, anything every day, the world as I knew it would end. And it did end. The old world ended and the new world began, with every missed deadline, with every unproductive writing day.
In the new world I was given the chance to view things differently, sideways maybe, or upside-down, but differently. The difference changed the shape of every writing project I ever set my mind and body to
complete. It would become a new project. Read the rest of this entry »
Passing years have given me the option to relax about writing more than when I was in my thirties.