I was recently invited to submit a piece of writing that I’d sort of, kind of, given up on. For context, my twins just turned three. And my six year old, he’s there too. And I don’t really spend my days doing what I’d like to do– write, submit, keep Cheerios off the floor, that kind of thing. Anyway, I did submit. So I’ve been thinking about hope. Hope is tricky business– too much, and you’re perpetually heartbroken. But if you don’t have enough you’re dead where you stand.
This is Mostly About Pens
This is Mostly About Pens
This is Mostly About Pens
I was recently invited to submit a piece of writing that I’d sort of, kind of, given up on. For context, my twins just turned three. And my six year old, he’s there too. And I don’t really spend my days doing what I’d like to do– write, submit, keep Cheerios off the floor, that kind of thing. Anyway, I did submit. So I’ve been thinking about hope. Hope is tricky business– too much, and you’re perpetually heartbroken. But if you don’t have enough you’re dead where you stand.