There is a rhythm in words. That is why there is tone. And words have done, are doing, and will. They're the power behind the mind.
But I want to let you in on a tip: Even the smallest of progress is still progress, folks. And allow me to let you in on another: JUST writing alone, sometimes won't cut it. So... what do you do?
I see a great river flowing like the high winds above a mountain's peak. And beside the river's belly, purple water hyacinths make their home. You are like the mighty river that waters the beauty. And with your stories, every word is like a drop that waters the soul. There is a moment when... Continue Reading →