Flesh that had cried in ecstasy, eyes that had burned him with their desire, the voice that had charmed him because it played no tricks of subtle control—all gone, back into the water and the sand.

Your decision of tools suggests what you wish to serve wisely.

A writer always begins by being too complicated—he’s playing at several games at once.

Finish each day and be done with it…. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it well and serenely.

Written By John C. Maxwell

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