There have been many deaths this past year causing me to reflect on my own mortality. There have been many who have suffered from the darkness of depression and loss of hope. There have been many who have succumbed and many who have survived. As I continue writing and editing the new novel, “The Penny”, I find even more questions surrounding my mortality and even more about my current life. I am lucky, blessed, fortunate, however one may wish to memorialize it, but happy to be alive and where I am in that process. But, I do ponder. I do pontificate in my conscience what may happen as I age or fall over in death on a trail or on the water. A recent death in the community has me wondering even louder, and even more recently I’ve decided to choose carefully who I’d like to spend my life with and who I’d like to be around. I’ve always been all-inclusive and my naiveté has skewered me again, but change is always a constant and I can change to survive. Writing about life, death, struggles and our internal conflicts of conscience presses my desire to make the rest of my life simple. “The Penny” may be just another book, but writing is always a catharsis for me providing outlets safer than a risky lifestyle or creating drama to feel alive. Life is a precious gift. Letting someone rob precious moments is avoidable.
My own mortality
January 13, 2016
stewert james
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An author with a story. Living in a quiet Northern Michigan community, nestled into a serene Lake Michigan bay, James writes to the rhythms of current events mixed with romanticism and experience that can only be found by living the same adventures. Whether it’s a provocative story line or blog, this website will certainly take you beyond the keyboard.
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