I am on a break from writing, having just finished The Travels of the Trier. I would even use the word sabbatical, since I wrote Travels on the heels of The Trier goes to London, after writing The Trier, revising Ironjaws, revising Back outta the World, and writing Tripio. Included in all those were edits, more revisions and more time at the keyboard than I could begin to count.
So, instead of writing for several hours on Sunday morning, I left the laptop with intent. I decided to go for a walk in the woods. To borrow a line that I read recently in The French Art of Not Giving a Sh*t, “Nature exists with no reasons or explanations.”
I asked for none and received none in return. It was just what I needed.
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