Words can capture the essence but they don’t bring about understanding.
I keep thinking, it’s the definition of insanity.
I can’t help it, there’s a bit of crazy in these genes.
Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe never.
I’ll pick up the pen anyways to try and explain all the things you do to me.
After I figure it out,
I’ll teach you how to read.
To celebrate finishing up what I believe to be the last major edits of a novel I started over two years ago I am going to start yet another new story. You know because the other novel I did which is begging for its edits just isn’t enough.
I am participating in Camp NaNoWrimo in July and set my goal at 50K even though this is the month where you can pick a lower goal if you wish. It was tempting but there is something about the 50K mark that just calls to me.
I wonder is it possible to have too many stories, edits, poems, blogs etc. going on at once?
Nope 🙂
Is anyone else participating? What are your goals and strategies?
This past weekend I got to spend the night up in Steamboat Springs. One night was worth the three hour drive. There is just something special about being up there. It’s more than the altitude, the overflowing rivers, and the unimpeded view of the stars.
It’s calming, it’s rejuvenating, it helps a person re-align their priorities to start again.
Cheers to the next moment, photograph, and story.
Each day when I wake up I know there will be a path waiting for me.
Some days I get to chose it, others I don’t.
Today was smooth but tomorrow can’t promise me anything.
Sometimes I walk along the edges in hopes of seeing something, anything.
Each night when I go to bed I close my eyes dreaming of the one path I can’t find.
As long as my eyes open each morning I will go to bed hopeful.
In the meantime I will enjoy the walk.
Summer flirts with ease.
Flowers offered with a promise.
My heart is your prize.
Every once and a while it is nice to just sit back, relax, and recharge. I find that if I don’t get my mind a mini vacation I can become creatively stifled.
If you could just sit anywhere, relax, and recharge where would it be?
(This picture came from my backyard)
Make you own conditions.
No matter where you go you will always find a bridge that dares you to cross it.
Sorry I have been absent for a little while- you can say I was having creative differences with myself.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience
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