Okay get ready- I'm gonna get a little philosophical on you guys today. Bear with me.
I try to write every day (uh huh sure) and the other morning I ended up writing about how I tend to think of life in chapters. I blame it on excessive reading ever since I was a kid- although what is excessive, really, when it comes to reading? Some of these life chapters are longer than others, but they always open out onto a new page. Fresh ideas, plot twists. Unexpected words put into unexpected sentences.
Ugh, sorry, I'll stop with the extended metaphor.
