Not only would it be momentous goal to check off my bucket list, but there’s literally nothing I like to read more than my own, well-polished prose.
My best ideas happen when I take two separate things and bang them together until they fit.
It’s a task that takes patience and and a delicate touch — you can’t just go in and yank on things and expect them to fall apart.
Are the myths your people tell about this divine presence actually true? Or are they stories made up long ago that help people try and make sense of the world as it exists?
It was the practice that was important, not the performance.
It’s like the muses are parting the clouds for me today! I ought to get finished with this post and use some of that magic on my writing projects.
I was just messing around in Photoshop—something I haven’t done in ages—with an old photo, some filters and a few textures.