The following snippet was taken from Getting Me Back (The Voices Within)
Whew. I was somewhat…
Giggles to self.
My opinion remains unchanged and I make no apologies. Nope, none.
However I do Thank God that my feathers are re-oiled and I can laugh at myself [and the entire human race] again. Because laughing is sometimes all we have at our disposal. 🎭
Thoughts on Writing (The Requirements of an Author)
DESIRE: A CONGENITAL need to tell the story.
Determination: It is not enough to walk a couple of blocks or run five miles on a treadmill, come prepared to hike the Himalayas and explore the abyss.
An exoskeleton: A thick skin will not suffice – no indeed. Colleagues and critics are apt in the sadistic art of shaving and burning the thickest of flesh; their tireless wheel of pumice leaving the toughest callouses raw and bleeding. They will thin your skin; get beneath it and prove your vulnerabilities. Like a flesh eating bacteria they will consume you – kill you if you let them.
A poker face: Never let them see you sweat.
Gratitude: Because no one owes you anything!
Grace: For the rise and the inevitable fall.
Pills and booze and smoke: Because it is a hard and hateful world and you are not a god-damned ant.
And [YaY] with Uri out of the way I’m welcoming the sunshine and trying on swimsuits.
Happy Thursday World. 🥂