While "on hold," the Universe has bestowed upon me the perfect opportunity to write. Only problem is, I don't feel like writing; maybe if it was just the flu…
The "adjustment" to new and dis-improved realities is proving to be mentally challenging. But I'll soon shake the "Why Me's?" and get back on the "horse," maybe not the one that "threw" me, but a horse nonetheless. Life is a lot like football, its all about adjustments at halftime…or, as with most of us, the forth quarter.
We are told there is always a light at the end of "tunnels," and most of the time it's daylight rather than a train. My eyes don't deal with darkness very well, but I'll fumble a way through the shadows one way or another and see where I come out. It's not like I haven't been here before and won't be again if I live long enough. Defective genes and bad habits seem to catch up to us in our 60's…the so called "Golden Years."
I really appreciate all the kind comments and emails, not to mention literary gifts that keep finding their way to our PO Box (you know who you are). Thank you, really. It brightens the sun on my face and steadies a listing ship. The stack of books is about to outgrow my bedside window sill. I don't believe large quantities of reading is conducive to prolific writing, be it blogs or the great American novel. Not a word gets written while reading; too bad. I did the "math," a few days ago, and although most accomplished and successful writers take years or more to produce a worthy book, it is physically possible to do it in three months, which is my inactive time frame. Yep, 90,000 words in 90 days…a thousand words per day. I'm sure there is an inverse relationship between Faster and Better, however.
Don't hold your breath, for it's editing and revising that chomps away at the calendar. Perhaps I should make a link to a page where I could post occasional "teasers" along the way. I've always found that putting Intentions "out there" holds one accountable. Accountability keeps you honest, without it the world would be nothing but a bunch of "slackers." If you have a secret dream or desire or goal, then the singular best and most productive thing you can do is tell everybody! That alone holds one's feet to the fire and helps keep the ball rolling. Nothing like a few, "Hey, how's the book coming along?" to renew one's focus on their composition, eh?
Now a few photos from the Big Bend area of Texas...then New Mexico and Aridzona.
Head up, and Onward...