07.21.2010
Share I slid my hand in my jeans pocket after stomping on a cigarette in the driveway as I walked to meet him on his way to the house from his truck. I knew he was on his way over, and I knew there was something big in the air. Even at 16, I had [...]
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07.14.2010
I spoke yesterday with a new friend, and towards the end of our conversation we chatted about writing styles. She’s a fly by the seat of her pants writing binger. When the muse comes, hold on tight and let ‘er rip. We talked about how one can’t force the writing, it just has to come. Except of course, for the people that works for. And this got me thinking about Mindfulness.
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