Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference
...Robert Frost
Writing Progress in Q3, 2026: What Worked, What Didn’t, and Why
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Writing Progress in Q3, 2026: What Worked, What Didn’t, and Why
15 Oct 2026
Back in January, I set out my writing goals for 2026, and wrote about how
the...
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