When I fall behind in my writing I am quick to realize that I have nothing to say or I am too preoccupied with life on life’s terms to journal my experiential history past and present. The future is a mine field littered with explosive disappointment if I try to plot too carefully the direction I should take. I take the future as it comes, when it becomes the present. In this way I touch what needs to be touched and leave those situations out of reach to move closer when the need arises in them.
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