Meandering Thoughts (#16)

This was a stormy day at the beach.
There is something about the sea that calls to me.
Yet, I have no desire to sail upon it.
Instead, I admire its terrifying beauty from its shores. 

For those who did not notice, I skipped last Sunday's blog post. For those who did spot it, my apologies. It was the weekend before Thanksgiving, and, in order to celebrate, my family rented a house on the beach . The view was beautiful, and there was much merriment. Although there was plenty of time to accomplish personal goals, I put them aside. Except journaling, which I did daily. After a ten hour drive home on Saturday, I began preparations for the Christmas season. While it would be easier for me to skip this week of blogging, I decided against it. My routines have been ignored long enough. It is time to reinstate them.

On This Thing Called Writing (#8)

In last week's blog post, I mentioned how, after consuming a ridiculously large amount of Halloween candy in a absurdly small amount of time, an idea struck me. Well, there were many that hit me upside my head that morning. However, one in particular, left an impression. 

On This Thing Called Writing (#7)

I wrote a post about a year ago, in which I mentioned my desire to finish a novel before my fiftieth birthday. That leaves me four-and-a-half years. In addition, I discussed my two major attempts to complete the NaNoWriMo challenge. In 2015, during my first foray into serious fiction writing (since high school), I wrote a measly 18,000 words. Seven years later, I exceeded the official goal of 45,000, by at least 5,000 words. However, the final product was in no way a complete novel. Yet, it was progress.