A Summer, Swift.

And just like that, the warm months of the year are over.  And what a summer it's been!  How much I've grown.  And yet, still so much growing to do.  The fact the I know that is evidence to said growing.

I want to write.  A book.  As I've stated elsewhere: they are works in progress.  And  I still want to move to Marquette.  But I'm realizing it may not be as practical at the moment as I once thought.  Even so, I still want it.  How much wanting is it going to take before I do.

But who's to say there aren't any reasons for me to stay here for a little while at least?

Your's In Writing.