Irreparable, are the expanses of her contours. In a world where the wind owns our Marilyns, how dare we leave virgins outside for the prowl. Inch by inch, we alter life as we know it. And then we ponder why blisters are forged from our unknown. Perfection was not to be our destiny. Progress, the only target we should harbor. Fears of fortitude, pronounced more by uncertainties.

Where I Come From, Where I Am Now. More productive things, like Save the Whales. At my lowest performance level, I too need to be THAT person for others. Recently, I have had many chances to give back. The time available just as others had done for me. Click to share on Reddit.

Okay This is the third, and final, post I wrote for my other blog, 365. Has a WordPress blog I very much enjoy. Which, incidentally, is much easier said than done.

So, It Has Come To This, Then. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. You Will Need To Dumb It Down.

Where has my writing energy gone? January 22, 2018. There one minute and the next, vanished into the mist. I have an addictive personality and rode the reading, writing and blogging wave for several years. All waves crash in the end. I opened my scrivener file recently and saw that the last piece of editing I did was TEN months ago. I wonder whether fear of failure is preventing me .

Last week, we met Ellen, Pheonix, Alison and Don. Sounds like the perfect prescription for any psychic pricks.

In 2000, Hollywood graced its audiences with an unforgettable opening scene that will be stuck in your head for days. And tagged Bring it on.

The Parrot on the Power lines. Living, working, travelling. Visiting Namsan at some point, so what better way to see it than at a challenging sprint? By Pieces of 8.