As The Guillotine Drops
I woke up this morning in a bit of a slump, nothing serious, just ‘ho hum’. On the heels of ‘ho hum’ I realized that I’ve carried a fantasy (for more years then I’d like to admit) that I hoped one day to become a great writer. Hot on the heels of this thought was the recognition that such a hope had more to do with desiring to have a purpose or to produce something of value, then passion for … Continue reading →