Looking at my toes. Reminiscing over the days gone. Finally had the courage to put pen to paper.
I’m doing it the old-fashioned way to give respect to the craft I love best, WRITING.
Writing, Writing, Writing. The magical process of turning a remarkable moment in one’s life into a form of art that can be passed from generation to generation to generation ad infinitum.
To do this as a job you ask, building castles in the air I reply. The doubts start clouding my mind. Thank you for introducing me to my worst enemy, myself.