The Definition of Insanity

Afternoon Musings

The point? There is no point.
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When I began to write on this particular page a few weeks ago, I thought I would be using this as nothing more than a way to write more prompts and get better at writing. Yet, that is not the case. Oh, my first few entries have been blog prompts yes, a way to get my foot in the door, but I do plan on diverting that. There’s a simple reason. Really, there is.

It is because I am a writer. I want to broaden my perspective. We are all writers. Whether you are just starting out your journey here or it is now your second decade; we are joined by that one trait. East, west, north, or south our blood sings of forgotten tales and new beginnings while our hands hurry to immortalize them.

If you think you can’t do it, then keep going anyway. If trying to be better tastes like acid in your mouth, don’t. We can’t quite control the tornado of thoughts and feelings our body gives us, but we can try and make sense of them. That is why I write, and why I’ll continue to do so.