There is a reason I hang around new writers: They have spirit. After a while it becomes clear to every writer that their goals and intentions aren’t seated in reality and not everyone on earth wants to compare them to Vonnegut or Wells. We all find our niche and write and write and tire and become jaded and the world kicks us and punches out our soul and eventually we get run down.
I got run down a while back and didn’t want to do anything that wasn’t safe and easy. Being around my writers woke me up and reminded me that writing is about being daring and expressing yourself right down the the hidden core of who you are and want to say to the world. It invigorates me to see that in others and to help nurture that is why I do what I do.
Some Thoughts:
- Ran around with the kids today. Felt good. Felt impossibly tiring. I’m ready to move towards reintegrating exercise into my lifestyle.
- Prop 123 isn’t going to pass. There were some shenanigans that went down that helped this situation. Secretary Reagan is at fault and is truly showing how procedure is more important than doing what is right.