Gul Kerr

I’m in to the novel about 300 pages.
The story has already been broken into 4 stories, and I’m writing the almost at the same time. I’m only doing this because I tented to get board with one subject, and want to write about something different. So I fast forward and rewind. Seems to be working.

I’m very excited, My professor read a few chapters of my novel in progress and suggested the writing to be equal to Tolkien and C. S. Lewis. Very Cool.

There are so many things I want to do and no time, not enough time. I feel it creeping up on me reminding me that I will not be young for ever. There are too many things I need to learn, degrees I want to achieve, things I want to see, and lives I want to experience. Time is tapping me on the shoulder reminding that I might only have 60 years left, maybe 70. At some point experiencing specific things will require youth. Where do dreams go when the time runs out?