Not long ago a writer friend of mine was venting about the anxiety he felt before beginning his next project. He’d had some small measure of success with two previous works and was starting to build a little heat within the publishing world. “Any and all positive encouragement is validating, of course, but it also … Continue reading A Prelude to Working Days
Do you know quiet? I mean REAL quiet? I’m not talking about the low murmur of your house late at night. No matter how many lights you turn off, there’s always a subtle hum in the background — your refrigerator, the alarm clock on your bedside table, or even the hushed purr of the air conditioner unit alongside your house. No, I’m talking a far more primitive quiet, the silence found when not even the power lines near your house are carrying precious wattage. The sound of being truly “off the grid.” I experienced this Monday night.
It started with a distant rumble, just a few delicate raindrops, but it ended with a shift in perspective that caused me to reexamine a few things about the way I live. Not bad for an ordinary Monday night in rural Rusk County.