"Grass Routes", and Gratitude

A dream come true...

As usual, I don’t know how or where to start, really. Most mornings the blank page stares back at me, daring me to find some loose thread that I might knit together into something of value, to me at least. Perhaps I am making too much of this, after all Hemingway said “There is nothing to writing”. His next sentence was “All you do is sit down at a type…