Thoughts, post-beer, after shedding some wardrobe.
Maybe I should write, too. I coach clients to become better wordsmiths, storytellers, listeners, writers. I tell them to bleed onto the page, hold nothing but your passive voice back; make me care and think and bleed, too. Words punctual as divine timing. I do this, and I wonder if it’s some past life prayer… Continue reading Thoughts, post-beer, after shedding some wardrobe.