But writing novels in a tiny space that is just mine, surrounded by only the necessities... Ideal, right?
After fighting my way back from a disabling genetic autoimmune disorder (it's always there, but I'm going to win) I realized the importance of life. A roof over your head. A comfortable spot that is yours. Loving where you spend your time, and who you spend it with. It is NOT SIZE. And getting rid of things that are just "stuff" figures in as well. This part is not so easy. I am writing and chronicling my experiences as I "go tiny." Join me.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
I'm laying here thinking about my dad, Jim Mayfield. How much of that do I have in me? By "that" I mean the philosophy that where one was good, 42 was better." Sigh. "De-stuffing will definitely be the hardest part of this." (I think)
But writing novels in a tiny space that is just mine, surrounded by only the necessities... Ideal, right?
But writing novels in a tiny space that is just mine, surrounded by only the necessities... Ideal, right?
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