The Hawk Circles

Making sense when things don't seem to

Brain thaw

It’s the 4th day of 2015. Maybe it’s time the brain freeze melted. Maybe it’s time I took ownership — of what? My thoughts? The books I wrote (i.e. The Edge of Finalia)? The one I’m writing when I’m not avoiding? No. That’s not it. Rather, own the fear. Fear of blogging. Too much like diaries when I was depressed. Too much like confessional journalism of the past that I never liked. Too abstract a concept.

Okay. Enough. I actually went onto Word Press, remembered my password, and wrote some words.

A fissure in the freeze.


My first blog post ever. My brain is frozen. It has to become sweaty.

“The best things in life make you sweaty.” 
― Edgar Allan Poe