But I think I lost it.
I don’t get it and neither do you, I’ll wager. Dunking my head in the pond outside sounds like a right nice idea. Or maybe dancing in the rain sounds even better.
Well, I need some smartitude. Anyone have some? *glances at the tiny group of people reading her posts*
I need some ideas. Maybe a dash of get-off-yer-seat-and-go.
I should be writing. Not here. At my laptop or notebook or whatever blooming scrap of paper I have lying around.
So, farewell.
I think I have it…
March 3, 2008 at 9:13 pm (Writing)
Tags: Ideas, me
Hi *hits head on keyboard*
March 2, 2008 at 3:36 am (Writers, Writing)
Tags: books, me, Ted Dekker
So, this is my introduction post.
I have nothing interesting to say. I cannot think. That’s what happens when you drain all your energy reading a Ted Dekker book in one day… or a half a day. Common occurrence for me. I love reading.
I’m not emo, I’m not preppy, I’m not goth, I’m not punk, I’m not normal, I’m not crazy… ok, wait, now I’m starting to fabricate. Maybe I am crazy. You decide.
I’m a writer. Ever met a writer? Perhaps you’re one yourself.
If you’ve never met a writer, your in for a surprise.
We run outside in the middle of the night with a cloak on in bare feet.
We use our (or our mothers) eyeliner sharpeners to sharpen pencils.
We find something as simple as wadded up gold candy wrappers inspiring.
We always have to dissect every book we read.
We find the typos and misprints in books more easily then we find our own shoes.
We poke fun at plastic toys and actually use them to act out scenes from our story.
We talk about our characters like they are real.
We talk about our characters so much that your friends begin to wonder if they really are real.
There should be much more added to that list, but I’m too tired.
I will be starting another blog for costuming/jewelry/crafts I make. That’ll be fun!
Last words: I hate my slow internet connection.
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