If you do not have an absolutely clear vision of something, where you can follow the light to the end of the tunnel, then it doesn’t matter whether you’re bold or cowardly, or whether you’re stupid or intelligent. Doesn’t get you anywhere — Werner Herzog
After this coming weekend, my annual spring commitments will have been met and completed. I’ll be free. Free to finish my novel. To run headlong into that light at the end of the tunnel. I may actually stop being acting like hermit and be a little more sociable.
Right now, I’m getting back into my writing groove and it feels great. That feeling is addictive. It means my imagination is getting to fire on all cylinders.
As well, on a whim and a little light bulb of an idea, I’ve started working on a series of abstract photographic images using my iPhone. I even have a name for the series — WODLife Abstracts. I’ll work on it when the mood strikes me. I’ll probably be at it for the rest of the year. I’ll only be posting the images on my Instagram account. I don’t plan on doing anything more with the images unless the gym owners think some of the images would be fun to put up on the premises.
Getting back into the groove also means I’ll ruthlessly mow down anyone who tries to disrupt my mojo.
Maybe I should continue being a hermit a little while longer. Best to keep folks safe if I do that.
I might even be more in the mood to listen to dance music and wiggle my ass. I might even be in the mood to go see a movie or two in the theatre or on iTunes. I really want to see You Were Never Really Here, starring Joaquin Phoenix. I hear it’s one hell of a movie. A Quiet Place is pretty tempting, too.
But my boys are calling to me. Well, actually, one has me by the shoulders and the other has me by the hand, making sure I don’t bolt from them as their adventure continues.
Pish. Why would I ever bolt from them? As if I would ever consider that to be a viable option. I have way too much fun with them. My boys know better. They’re just being cheeky.
Well, I gotta bolt… to be with my boys.