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Today I shall write for the sheer joy and pleasure it will bring me and not to produce something grand or even good. Yet every word tends toward order and every sentence speaks discipline and story calls from a very deep place– a lair or cave inside, a dirty, dark and scary place that longs … Continue reading

Choose Joy Before Survival

I’ve been making the wrong choices ever since I was a child. I distinctly remember at the age of about six, when given the choice of dance or swimming lessons, I chose swimming . Not that I liked it more– I didn’t– but I reckoned that if I drowned, it wouldn’t matter how great a dancer I was. … Continue reading