Rambling

There is a strange and confusing moment when I stop to think back on things accomplished and done. On one side of the spectrum I see the good I have done and on the other there is the lagging feeling that something more could have been done. I especially feel this way when thinking back to my writing because that’s what I really want to do. I would love to have no “day job” except to write. I’d love to lock myself away and hammer out whatever daily quota of word count I set before me. I’d lik...