Nearly 1,300 words written in the last couple of hours. This is good. I just might get the revision of the revision of my novel completed by late October as hoped. Life has had a way of “happening when I’ve been busy making other plans,” so we shall see.
Still, I am feeling hopeful. Maybe it’s the freshly shampooed hair. The fact Puddie is still hanging in there (although I can’t believe she turned up her charming little nose at the small dish of Blue Bell homemade Vanilla ice cream her daddy served her earlier. She really isn’t feeling well).
Time for a little poetry, methinks, courtesy of American poet, playwright and social activist Langston Hughes.
Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
We all need dreams, no matter what our ages or circumstances may be. We need our castles in the air.
I think we can safely say Richard Armitage has built a solid foundation for his particular castles in the air. And we reap the benefits. Long may he keep building. Thank you, Richard, for never giving up on your dreams and aspirations.