The end of summer and beginning of the fall? Change of seasons, making the most of the rest of the year.
There are always many more words, as you can imagine. Hard to focus when pulling myself back from writing them. Why? Who knows.
To be an author.
. . .I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. . .I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. . .You learn to take life as it comes at you. . . . . .to make each day count.
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