Breathing becomes laboured when I'm not sure if I want to hold something in, or let it out. Expressing my disappointment at the events that appear to be in an incessant loop feels like an indulgence in futility. I've expressed such disappointment before, yet, here we are. Staring each other in the face again. The [...]
My inclination to write within the context of a universal experience feels insincere and superficial at times. To want to write at all feels like a self indulgent rant or feathering of my own cap. I've abandoned more manuscripts and drafts of old manuscripts these past few weeks than I have all my life. The [...]
I need to return to my self. When the feeling of being adrift and the mental fog merge, the road ahead appears as a romantic setting filled with intrigue and adventure, but little answers. In seeking such answers, I may find new paths and new passions, but such a journey cannot be undertaken when chained [...]
Perhaps it is too soon to count the lessons, but these themes are pretty consistent so far. I figured, given what a year it's been, I may as well stick to the number 13 to keep aligned with the ominous nature of this year. Here goes my 13 lessons from 2020 thus far. I expect it to only get more colourful as the final quarter of the year works its way through the digestive tract of time.
I once asked myself a simple question when I left corporate to follow a new path. What do you do when you're done with the world, but the world is not done with you? The two and a bit years that followed answered this question many times over, each time with an intensity greater than [...]
The short posts don't allow for a meaningful purge of what rumbles inside my head. And there's a lot of rumbling this morning. Having finally published my novel, the reactions I've noted along with the assumptions that people make about my reasons for doing so, are entertaining. I've always taken a morbid pleasure from watching [...]