I'm in the midst of cleaning a desk and found several old notebooks from conferences I covered as a reporter. Written on the inside cover was this quote. It's probably not mine, but I'll claim it if no one else will. It sounds like something I'd write.
If you stand around waiting for destiny, you will only meet fate.
It seems appropriate today, as we start a new month. I've had a sense of destiny lately. Some things are clicking, and the revisions of my "completed" manuscript are moving ahead nicely, though I've put the work-in-progress on hold for the summer. Of course, as we discussed in a previous post, we're always writing and I know of some significant changes I'll be making to that manuscript once I return, and I'm sure it'll be much improved.
So, welcome to August, friends and fellow writers. What are you working on?
Sometimes warm and soothing, sometimes bitter and cool, this is my small place to sift through the grounds. Inside this blog, I'll discuss my thoughts on odd stories, big stories, and perhaps a little bit about me and my aspirations. Writers, baseball fans, beer lovers, musicians, and opinionated fools like myself, welcome.
Sunday, August 01, 2010
Chapter 86: Thoughts on a Rainy Day
It's one of those days. You know the type. They start off with such promise: a cool breeze, a well deserved restful night, and soothing silence. Then things change. A stink arises, a hunger emerges, and out of nowhere come the rains. These things can be dealt with and handled. And they even lead to promising results. A diaper gets changed, babies and parents get fed, and thirsty lawns welcome the water.
Today I intend to reflect on the simple things. Like a neglected blog. Tune in again and I hope you will see newness grow. Happy day, y'all.
Today I intend to reflect on the simple things. Like a neglected blog. Tune in again and I hope you will see newness grow. Happy day, y'all.
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