In-spire
I crossed over forty thousand words in the latest novel, just after realizing I had made a huge oversight in the underpinning themes of the story's construction. It's difficult for me to express how stunned I was. A friend of mine, years back, engaged me in a thought exercise where we unraveled words and reconstructed them based on their roots. Dumbfounded is the one I always come back to. I think it's appropriate here, because I was very surprised. But it was also a very short-sighted mistake. Dumb-founded. I spent a week looking at it from a few different angles, and decided to push on. In an ironic turn of events, realizing I had made the error actually helped me move forward. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't still stuck in my craw. Craw? In another bout of introspection, I realized that I am not a gamer. I like games; they make up the majority of my favorite hobbies. I play a moderate amount, but it isn't important to me to have the newest system, or be t