Archive for January, 2013

I woke up this morning on the windward side of the island, cold and miserable. Sand and seaweed had covered me in the night. For a moment, I seriously considered not getting up and letting the tide wash me out to sea. To Hell with the world and the burning new year. But then I shook off that mutinous thought and stood up. It’s another day and I’m alive and I have another chance at life, liberty, and the pursuit of a finished novel.

When I strolled back into the writing shack, I found a note-bottle bobbing in the inbox tied to the reef. It was a very inspirational missive from a writer named Chris, somewhere out there on the Great Bearpaw Sea. He said he didn’t make any resolutions this year, he’s just going to continue to make progress on the things he set out to do. He’s going to run and train, meditate and journal, and “don’t eat like I hate myself.”

All of that sounds awesome – I like everything about it.

It was a great start to the day. As I sit here scribbling and enjoying the view of my life, I remember how lucky I am to be here. I will stay calm, stay open and honest, and let it all pour out onto the page. Because, goddammit, why not?

As the Brown Buffalo would say, “Living is hard, but it’s simple.”


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