of literary convention.
In a universe of eels we are the strange ones with limbs and appendages and a tough substance near the end of what we call phalanges. Floating in this distant land we see
and feel water in our lungs. It is a sort of death and there are no words for this beginning.
Writing wraps me around the universe. Stories push my sails. These things we call ideas are
the manna in our hands
palms held up to the sky, waiting.
If I visit your words I see through a telescope into your mind. If you visit my words and understand even a moment I have breathed, I know I am what they call a writer.
Split the seams and make a new pathway. Today is a universe and I see the eels swarming. They are a rainbow in this ocean-blue. Jump in.
Today I feel like splitting the seams. I think when life catches up to me and so many things are tugging me in every direction, the only option I have left is to forge a new path. Forget trying to read every blog post I have marked. Forget trying to catch every typo in my manuscript. Forget trying to be perfect in everything I do because sometimes sanity is more important than perfection. My message today, if there is one, is that if fear keeps you from reaching your goals, you're not alone. Sometimes all we can do is jump in with our eyes wide open. I'm going to. What about you?