So there you go...another promise to myself to work harder. Let's see if this one actually lasts....
Time passes in moments.. moments which, rushing past, define the path of a life. How rarely do we stop to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed. What if we could stop, pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes? Might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life? And, seeing those choices, choose another path?
Thursday, 11 August 2011
Wow....
It's been ages since I updated this! I guess a lot of it was down to 'creative frustration' with the whole writing thing. It's definitely something you can only do if you're really in the mood to do it, because otherwise it's like pulling teeth. But no matter how disillusioned I get with it, it still creeps back sooner or later. I think it was Stephen King who said that writers write because they have to. I can understand that. No matter where you run, it follows you about like a faithful little dog, determined to keep nipping at your ankles if you don't give it some attention now and again. I do most of my ranting these days on Facebook, but I've realised that I'm taking up huge amounts of space on my wall that really would be better off in a blog. Then I can keep my wall for such riveting status updates as 'Just had tea' and 'Yay! I've got two weeks off work!'. Keep my social commentaries here, I think...
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