Here is the link.
Also, I have a webcomic of sorts that I used to make and will probably start drawing again soon.
Anyway, I don't think anyone will read this, but I will act like you will!
If you were the last man alive on Earth, what would be the point of your existence? You know, I was going to write this long, introspective thought about the meaning of existence, but I think it would be trite.
So I'm writing in this blog here, and I feel good about it. Except that I have two projects I need to finish for Monday. But isn't that always how I end up writing these journals? When I should be doing other things? Anyway, there will be more to come from me now! I feel invigorated to write! I just hope that someone reads it!
A wanderer or wonderer :) As I'm wondering about your wanderings, I offer this poem written 10 years ago, hoping you will enjoy my windy words:
ReplyDeleteWanderer
We westerly well-wishers
wonder
when Word-wielding,
wondering wanderer's
wanderlust
will wane.
We watch
winter winds wither without,
wild-fire whisperings wage war within -
Well-grounded with wisdom,
well-balanced with wit,
witness while waiting.