Ah, the promises we make to ourselves are those we break the most. Why do we put up with ourselves, I wonder.
The human construct of time marches forward on heels of iron and regret and we are merely dead leaves blowing along in its wake.
Completely sidetracked this morning because of breaking news. Understandable. Yet I was determined to get something in, something down. I knew I had a dream-sequence
Not a method, per se, but an alternative to not being able to be in your prime writing spot. While yesterday, sitting securely in my
A one-day, one-woman sample size that endorses a popular productivity technique…so far.
In which I remember that failing is part of winning, if not a prerequisite.