It’s a good day. Why is it good? Why not? Gotta keep progressing and moving forward. I pray for better living, health, and well-being. I want to believe it’s not about being empty or afraid.
Did have a couple of buzzard dreams that I don’t know how to sort, and are still in my head. I’m at least happy they are dreams and nothing more. Just what is my psyche trying to tell me? Am I listening? Why did the scenes feel like plots from a script that had to go that particular way.
The day is still good. I’m a go write more. Fiction writing rules!!!
Happy creative endeavors.
Creativity is the key to success.