The best I can do to evade the searches on Donatella is to post a pic from Tokyo, because “Tokyo” is the second largest keyword for the blog! And now, back to my daily writing and work, work, work, work.
Today while cleaning the aquarium filter, we rescued the third one. He’d been swimming around in a tiny whirling pool of perfect darkness, all by his lonesome self, for a month.
And now, as I type, he’s swimming around in all the light and green and water, just as if he had never been in solitary confinement.
Lesson in there somewhere.
There are people in this strange little world of ours who have romantic notions about being a writer, and that, to them, is much more important than actually writing. This is the order in which people like that think. “How do I get a book deal” comes before “How do I become someone who has something to say?” Writing is an act of ego, but your ego should not be the only part of your personality involved.
Sarawakian Tribal Dancer
Another Kuching snapshot, uploaded in time I should be rushing to finish my story for the day, so here I go, back to my daily writing!
Carnivorous plants in Kuching, Sarawak. Photo as a Writing Prompt
Rowing on the Sarawak River, Kuching