Even if it is a fictional story it has to come from some place inside the writer. The further I get the more I realize letting the words out hurts. A lot. Getting through this book one four am wake up at a time and by learning to swim in a rough river of tears.
Two months. Sixty-one days. What are you going to do with them? Before you claim 2011 as your year I advise you to do the most with what’s left of this one. I am going to take the next 61 days to form two new positive habits and get rid of one negative one. Guess what? I’m not telling a got damn person what they are. When 2011 arrives I won’t need New Year’s resolutions...