Like most, the coming of a new year arouses my “Go get ‘em!” attitude. A fine and dandy mindset to have… that is, if you don’t have a starving scavenger beast by the name of Anxiety perched and twitchy upon your shoulder.
Nevertheless, I will scatter the fertile plains of 2017 with all the writing seeds I can scoop out of my pockets and hope childishly for the best. After all, the carrion fowl upon my shoulder will eat no matter what. Might as well feed the monster well.
Until Saturday (travel day tomorrow)…