As you may have noticed, I have deleted all past posts. This is in an effort to force myself to do something about my writing. I've been very lax/busy with other things. I'm not going to pontificate on how I'm a struggling writer and blah blah blah. One day I will get the things accomplished that I've set out to do.
As year 32 of my life approaches I find myself realizing that I have plenty of time left (barring the proverbial getting hit by a bus) to work on goals. After all, goals are dreams with deadlines and I don't like to be confined in deadlines. I'm trying to be more optimistic but as I grow older I'm becoming more of a realist. I've been jaded by too many shattered dreams and reality is weighing me down.
I will be a dreamer. My inner child has not completely vanished. I will endure.
