I open the book and stare. I feel it stare right back. Maybe, whatever is around us is staring too. The page is what it is — blank. My state of being is giving it meaning. Right now, it seems menacing and i wish to hide. In that blankness, are opportunity, choice, hardship and whateverContinue reading “Nemesis”
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Choices, choices . .
Today’s post is about questions. There is no story, yet. I am grappling with how and when i choose to write stories. Do i put what happens — the fact(s) — before the opinion or statement? Do i first state the opinion and then explain it? What makes more sense, when and why? This isContinue reading “Choices, choices . .”
Dawn train blogging
It’s early, really early. I look out, it’s pitch dark. I haven’t slept well — not unusual for the first day of travel.