Sunday, November 19, 2006

Cold-Weather Musings

Becoming a writer has changed my whole approach to existence. Perceptions which once escaped into the ether now loom momentously as raw material to be honed and crafted. Today is my birthday. The previous two years have been the most difficult years of my life. My only solace is that my experiences are no longer in vain. As a writer, I am able to fashion communicable truth from the ruins, or, at least, to strive to do so.

1 Comments:

At 1:05 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Naples is an awewome place in wintertime

 

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