November 4, 2014
Lots of blue squares greeted me when I finally realized I missed my 100 words practice. 18 to be exact. Ah, practice, discipline, tenacity. We know the importance! Commitment, follow through, achievement, satisfaction...why is this, sometimes, not evident? The world still turns even when the writers fall asleep on the job. Other things too, have fallen by the wayside. Flashes of images of old friends, I mean literally, old, have haunted me. I owe correspondence all over the place. I'm thinking about you, but haven't acted and I have an excuse. I'm calling it winter funk. It's upon me.