If writers were too wise, perhaps no books would get written at all. It might be better to ask yourself “Why?” afterwards than before. Anyway, the force from somewhere in Space which commands you to write in the first place, gives you no choice. You take up the pen when you are told, and write what is commanded. There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.
Zora Neale Hurston
Zora Neale Hurston (1891–1960), African-American novelist, short story writer, folklorist, playwright and anthropologist. Dust Tracks on a Road, ch. 8, J.P. Lippincott (1942).
So if you have seen my instagram/twitter post I’m suppose to have a constructed blog entry today. viix1979 on Instagram
Good Morning & Happy Thursday,
I’ve put out expectations, uh oh.
Today is Thursday 03/27/V3.4 & it is raining.
So this morning’s current temp is tomorrow’s high. How many times has this thing from today been a start to tomorrow’s greatness? Today’s journey is tomorrow’s memory. Are you making good memories? I know I’m doing my best to live up to that.
Let me know if I’m not.
Yesterday was a fine day. I had a good meeting, met at least 4 or 5 new people & got a pen.
After work & a good productive meeting, I came home. Started doing laundry, got caught up on some shows I liked. Still got to bed before 2200.
So this morning I was singing Just My Imagination, I then played The Temptations radio. Let’s just say there was some dancing. I knew it was happening in the chair. I was moving across the apartment floor last night. A man’s gotta move.
Is anyone having trouble with Google Play Music nit oolong when your screen is dark?
The word of the day is plash which is a gentle splash.
So about this rain. Is it suppose to be here all day? The rain as viewed from my balcony under the street light I got things to do that would be negatively affected by the continued STORM OF THE CENTURY, see I can make outrageous unnecessary statements also.
