Hanging Here Nor There

I think of myself as an inbetweeny person. I look back at a lot of my writing and I am constantly making two points and wanting to hang out in the tension between them. I love walking my dog just as the night sky gives way to morning. My favorite Old Man hangs between a tree and the ground for fun and profit.

But, man, I have to tell you, hanging out here in the inbetween of my book? I am totally sucking at it. I need to learn to do it, just live with the inbetween of it, because switching from being so proud and feeling like everything is going awesome and feeling like an utter failure is exhausting.

But once we hit the 31st, I have to develop a new game plan.