Blog Posts
Committing to a group pulled my novel draft across the finish line. Same thing with my latest marathon.
Vacuum: the word sucked the oxygen from the car. On my side because I was thinking, “wait, IS space a vacuum?” And on Paul’s because he’s afraid of the noisy appliance we keep in the closet.
A prime joy of a live concert is letting my mind wander.
I can acknowledge that there’s trouble in the world without panicking.