I’m writing today from a rocking chair, on a deck, attached to a log home, overlooking a lake, listening to a loon, and a woodpecker, and a barking dog, and a gas powered leaf blower (they’re louder than the electric ones). So yes, I’m writing from a pristine place filled with nature, but at the same time in the middle of civilization. For me, a pretty good mix.
I’ve given a lot of thought to writing blogs this pat year, lots of thought but not so much action. It’s been a tough routine for me to get back into. I started writing a blog back quite a few years ago, probably about 10 or so if the math in my head is right, and was pretty regular about it. The one thing I know about me and writing is that it’s good for my soul. It exercises my soul. And like with any good exercise plan, you need to make it routine. And to make it routine, you just need to get out and do it. So here I am, just doing it.
And again, Happy Thanksgiving!
