Friday, April 22, 2011

Wind, Sails and tired cliches

It happens. If I were a blonde country singer, I might say " happens." You're rolling along, wind in your sails (and voila, a tired cliche already), and it happens. Something unexpected. Something unwelcome.

I could go a bit cliche crazy - lemons and lemonade, God closes a door, opens a window. I could quote Nietzsche. I won't.

Shit happens. You have my permission to moan about it for a day or two (and in case you hadn't noticed, this is my day), then you get on with things. Like 1,250 words a day.

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