Welcome, Welcome

The brand new year, and didn't its air smell and feel fresh indeed on the Lunenburg coastline.  

Slow start, especially amid the lingering virus.  But the goal to follow the Stewart Sonnet readings has at least begun.  Never realized the procreation nature of the first 17.  Quite enjoyed #2 tonight, and the idea of the coming child shall "sum my count and make my old excuse."  See the blood run warm when it feels cold.  That is the idea, and how long it took to see it a whole other story.

To that end, the writing needs to begin with purpose.  Shun the social scrolling and fixate on ideas and words of your own.  The power therein lies, at least for the next two spans of days.   Heh.  C'mon Rothfuss, wherefore is that third book?