Serendipitous Fleeting Existence

I find my soul on the road.

Even when things don’t go according to plan… especially then.

I’m currently writing this from a luxury hotel bar. The night before was spent in a Super 8. Neither of these were planned, and both provide me with outlooks that influence my books.

Whenever I take a road trip, I am reminded of my mortality.

The fleeting moments of existence where my consciousness explores new places, sees new people, tries new actions.

I am allured by the strange and unusual. Encounters with the serendipitous universe expands my awareness and nourishes my spirit.

Perhaps this is why I write about the odd and alien. My stories revolve around the great unknown – or the sense of it.

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