I feel like a tired helium balloon…

I feel like a tired helium balloon. I’m just drifting aimlessly, hovering a foot above some dirty sidewalk, being pushed along by the counterfeit breeze of cars whizzing by.

Are my ideas worth sharing? A rhetorical question, but really.

Isn’t it pompous to assume people would sacrifice their time to get in *my* head?
Also–some encouraging words to the contrary for us creators.

Why Writers Don’t Write

It turns out that offering hard-earned thoughts to the world requires more than simply time and skill…

Stuff That’s Hard to Say

Words are not enough–not right now, they aren’t. Because when faced with the most intense and complex Truths, words crack beneath the weight of reality.