I need to learn the lesson that not everything gets a story. Sometimes, often times, a productive day of writing more than twelve hundred words will mean none of those words are meant for anything – just ramblings, vignettes, journal entries. Not every day’s victories can be celebrated with progress on a map. Some accomplishments exist for what they are, big or small.
My favoring winds are never hard to find unless I’m looking for the ones I obsess over.
The Favoring Wind 