It’s not weird how things work out. I’m given a comfortable embrace of change. Sometimes I know what’s happening; other times, I’m clueless and just working the steps.
It’s always right, of course. As long as I don’t question “it” too much or try too hard, things generally work out. Some might call my Life strategy “flying by the seat of my pants.” I’m not positive they’re right, but I do feel like I don’t know what I’m doing some of the time.
Call it trusting in a higher power, or fulfilling my obligations, or just plain fucking luck, but I’ve managed to survive and thrive for the past thirty years with no clue where I’m going or what I’m doing. This, of course, is a fib. I know exactly where I’m going: I am a bestselling author with new books coming out every year. I just have to get there. And I will, because that’s what I believe will happen. It is what I will make happen. I’ll be a conduit for what needs to be said. I’ll put my heart on the page and write with my blood.
December 14, 2019
The sound of the surf
… crashing against the Atlantic shores is addicting. I’m sitting in my studio wearing a t-shirt, flannel, and a hoodie to thwart the cold and have music turned down low to hear rolling swells rise up the surface to attempt to claim the land as its own. Its music is fantastic