Always green. The wind feels like an embrace. The air is clear and unpolluted. A simple path leads the way for anyone traveling through.
Fear is a real part of my life. A real emotion I feel every day. And with the new year coming up, I’ve started thinking about the direction I want my life to go and how to get there.
I went to university in Scotland, and over there they do classes differently. Preparedness is valued, and if you aren’t prepared, you receive judgmental glares from a disappointed lecturer who then marks down your paper. Uni exhausted me, but I did learn my lesson.
Simple, yet beautiful between the willow trees. Walking next to the stream, listening to the water and wind, wandering to the stone steps. Peace. Perhaps how the creator of such a soothing place wished love could be.
Sometimes when I’m writing, I notice that I’m saying the same thing over and over. It’s not fun to read. Then I feel like a failure and a crappy writer that no one will ever like or want to publish. So I’ve come up with a simple method to help.
I am not a morning person. Mornings are a nice concept, but I don’t have to experience them to know they happen. When I started writing, I realized that mornings were a huge part of my day.
A moment of sunlight streaming through the mountains. Taken in Glacier National Park, one of the prettiest places I’ve been on earth.
This might be sort of silly, but I love mugs. I made a rule for myself to curb the habit. I don’t buy mugs unless they give me inspiration. It’s turned into a writing exercise that helps me improve my writing.
Today is a big day. I finished my first book. As I look over the book in front of me, I can’t help but think of the first story I ever wrote.