Another month comes to a close. Yet again I realize I have not posted here this month - so it’s time to do so. Good thing I made that commitment to myself to post at least once a month.
Of course, only one post per month can feel pretty lame, but it feels better than not having written at all. And so here I am, looking for something to write about.
Perhaps I happened upon the perfect title for this place.
Wondering as I wander
I wonder about so many things.
I also wander around... here and there with thoughts on one topic or another.
On this last day of August, I find myself thinking about seasons.
And about writing.
About my writing seasons.
My writing habits and patterns.
About my writing future.
Do I want to continue writing?
Am I in fact a writer?
Reminder to self:
At some point I decided that I am a writer if I am indeed writing.
And I am hereby taking note of the fact that I am writing today.
Therefore I am a writer.
Today.
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