And continues to pour, down down down.
Oh, Oregon. You’re everything I wanted, and I still love the way the rain washes over my skin and makes me feel alive– but man it’s cold outside.
The job hunt continues. As soon as I’m done updating blogs and getting my day started, I have to take an online skills test for one. We’ll see how that goes. There’s more. I’m trying, I’m working on it. I’m fighting for stability, with everything I have.
And I’m writing. The words pour out of me, ripping through me, filling the pages of my notebook and then becoming recycling. It’s not good writing, but it’s writing. The good stuff–or, at least, the better stuff, that I’m okay with sharing– will come, when it’s ready. The important thing is just to keep writing.
I have one line circling in my head, I want to share just that line, see what you make of it.
Think of this as a prompt, and see what you make of it?
“Advice to young writers: You will love like this again, and when you do, you will swear you’ve never loved like this before.”