No clue where I went with this or where I was going

Bite my tongue. Swallow my pride. Suck it up. That's how I feel on this roller coaster ride.

Shot down. Ouch. Step back. Regroup. Think.
I want too much, too fast.
I want it all or nothing at all.
That is my down fall.

The life of a writer.

A comfortable chair is required. A must. Writing materials vary. Pens, pencils, typewriter, computer, sharpies, as long as it doesn't run out or break.

Napkins, post it notes, their hands, notebooks, journals, dairies, whatever paper they get their hands on they will use when the moment strikes.

We need an inspiration or a muse. Some need absolute quiet while others prefer a busy scene.

It all starts with one true sentence and you never know where it will lead you.

The banks were beginning to overflow. Water was creeping, steadily, higher and higher. Soon children would wade in their own yards. Under parental supervision of course. The current was, so strong now they might be swept away.

The water was brown and the grass now felt squishy under their feet. It rained and rained and rained and then rained some more. The flood valleys were filling up quickly. The elders said this happened every 30 years. This was the third occurrence in their lifetime. The first one happened when they were between five and ten years old. Then again at thirty-five and now they were sixty-five going on seventy.

It's just nature taking it's course. Don't try to fight it and for Gods sake don't try to prevent it. That only makes things worse. Makes it back up where water doesn't belong.

All the problems start there, man trying to outsmart nature. It doesn't work. Nature is adaptable, resilient. Ever changing. It will wipe a man out to nothing. Make him start all over again.

We need nature. We need the trees. However, nature would do a whole lot better without us.



It is funny when a preschooler hits their chest twice with a closed fist and then throws out a peace sign, especially when it's a girl doing it. Word to my brother.

Quote of the day: "Those who live are those who fight." Victor Hugo French poet, dramatist and novelist.