I suffered a stroke on July 15, 2015. One eye was bigger than the other and I was paralyzed in an altering pattern; my left face was numb, my right arm was numb, and my left leg was numb. Not the usual pattern for a stroke. Yay, me. Always having to be different.
There is only so much time in the evening and that is taken up by Lucifer (the show on Netflix).
Are you dead? It seems so because I have written nothing random in a few months. It feels longer. Anyway, someone on Medium suggested I should turn back and post a few random thoughts on my blog.
Waslken pointed the pod toward a bright spot on the blue marble and rode the adrenaline rush as the planet’s atmosphere burned off bumpy mollusks clinging to his spaceship. The ship emerged shiny and clean cruising into a dusky sky opposite the glow of space. He recalibrated his descent and selected a dark spot away from the city lights.
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Sometimes writing flows out of your pen like turning on a faucet. Other times, the words fail to drip out of the spout. When Writer’s Block hits, it has nothing to do with writing. It has to do with thinking. So to combact Writer’s Block, you have to tackle Thinker’s Block.
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Stoic logic requires individuals to accept events as they occur. They must then deduct what should happen next. As you accept moments as they present themselves you develop self-control to keep emotions from destroying your world.
“I’d follow you anywhere,” said the dog, who wanted to feel loved. “I’d probably lose you,” said the man, who spoke truth. “Down the road, you will need each other,” said the hawk, with a long view. “I believe you,” said the man, the only time he listened. Other Writings You May Like A Cooper’s Hawk Snags a Meal Author Reading : May 16, 2018 – A Moment of Pure Truth March 15, 2017 Scribble…
The lantern on her helmet started to flicker and went out. She now hung in the dark, the water dripping in a slow rhythm. She closed her eyes. The loud banging drum returned.