something is afoot.
i have decided to start writing.
i have decided to stop asking why? why write?
i have decided that the answer to that question is because i am a writer.
why write? because i am a writer.
danger! simple danger.
i step out onto a precipice, feel the wind on my face and shiver at the dizziness of the greatness that lays before me...at my feet...how did you get down there?
on the heels of such a decision i have stumbled across:
by Jack Cheng
I am reading it on a tablet.
i am enjoying it.
it makes me wonder about jack's process.
it makes me wonder about my process.
thanks for listening.