Well, no one said questing is easy. (I’m assuming.) I started the writing course that I mentioned last time, but it didn’t resonate with me the way I hoped. In an interesting twist, it really made me reconsider this whole concept I have of myself as a writer-to-be. I’ve avoided writing here the last month…
It’s a Sunday night, and I’m sitting here on the couch feeling those familiar Sunday blues. I just stripped the bed and put the sheets in the wash so I wouldn’t get into bed yet and give up on the evening. (I’m totally serious about this. This blog was based on some cold, hard realities…
As far back as I can remember, I’ve met most life problems head-on with a good, long nap. Or sometimes by just not getting out of bed at all, in which case I guess nap isn’t really the right term. I can admit this about myself now and be okay with it. I read once…
To Nap or To Quest? 