I even hate writing it. Work. What a double edged sword.
I’m progressing in Wing Chun. I am now learning the second form, Chum Kiu. I was struck the other day at the lethality of this “art” form. It was designed to incapacitate and kill. To defend yourself, your family. There are many ways to dispatch an opponent and the path is strange and rocky and deadly, but worth it. There is no way. That way. Training. Even when I don’t feel like it. Work. A goal.
My experiment in watercolor painting is going well. I’m conjuring magnets as we speak.
Each one takes a few hours work and ALL are unique, hand-crafted pieces.
Thanksgiving. Christmas. You get the idea. Email me firstname.lastname@example.org if you’re interested. I already have a few orders so please be patient while I respond. I will.
For this Halloween weekend, the ALPHABETICUS ATROCITUS will be FREE! Yayyy! Here’s a link – http://www.amazon.com/An-Alphabet-Darkly-Michael-Romeo-ebook/dp/B00SXF587E
Writing this post. Work. But when it’s spent in a creative endeavor it never feels as bad as selling myself for another’s benefit.
Life. Just the one as far as I know. Work. A means to an end. I guess