“Even when the world around you is crazy, you will always be able to find a sanctuary within your writing.” It was a quote - or rather paraphrase of one - that caused me to wonder: When, in my life, will I ever find that?
Around me, the world is changing. People are dying...I saw a bloody purple hearse going down the road...and yet...life, for me, hasn't changed much.
We’ve just been brought a present. It’s not wrapped in paper. It doesn’t even have a bow and, thankfully, it isn’t still squeaking.
"I'm a procrastinator. I've known this ever since my mother had to sit me down... to explain that I could finish all the homework I'd put off if I made a plan — and stuck to it... That was the day I learned the importance of writing it down..."
Teddy put up a writing prompt in our group chat today. It said: "Prompt 11: These are my rules for writing and life. 1. 2. 3. 4." It got me thinking. I really don’t have many ‘rules’ that I live by. Not for my writing, nor for my everyday life, but I have developed a few guidelines over the past few years.
"When does living get easier?" The problem is - I don't think it does...