“Walk in the light so you can see where you're going”

“When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.”

“It's a weird thing, writing.Sometimes you can look out across what you're writing, and it's like looking out over a landscape on a glorious, clear summer's day. You can see every leaf on every tree, and hear the birdsong, and you know where you'll be going on your walk. And that's wonderful.Sometimes it's like driving through fog. You can't really see where you're going. You have just enough of the road in front of you to know that you're probably still on the road, and if you drive slowly and keep your headlamps lowered you'll still get where you were going.And that's hard while you're doing it, but satisfying at the end of a day like that, where you look down and you got 1500 words that didn't exist in that order down on paper, half of what you'd get on a good day, and you drove slowly, but you drove.And sometimes you come out of the fog into clarity, and you can see just what you're doing and where you're going, and you couldn't see or know any of that five minutes before.And that's magic.”

“Not going back is fine.Not going back but occasionally visiting might be best.Not going back but remembering so you don’t see the same view twice.Not going back so you can turn a new page, write a new chapter, develop an entire new list.Not going back so you can stretch and grow and see yourself in a light that you never knew existed.Not going back so that you can fly. Fly. ”

“You think you're so cool just because you can walk!”

“Routine is the one thing the can get you killed. It tells the enemy where you're going and when you're going to be there.”