Friday, June 26, 2009
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Lives of Others
It's been quiet here.
Sometimes that happens, you lose the ability to create. It's nothing to do with not being inspired. Sometimes the tap just twists the other way, but ideas, they are a constant. Eagerness and a desire to write the layers of metaphor are not.
A part of me, today, wants to write stories. Wonderful long flows of thought - rich, truthful, powerful. No layers of ambiguity. These are the ideas that haunt me, not the tiny ramblings I'm used to.
If I could formulate them, I would place them into the fire at the Lives of Others.
Sometimes that happens, you lose the ability to create. It's nothing to do with not being inspired. Sometimes the tap just twists the other way, but ideas, they are a constant. Eagerness and a desire to write the layers of metaphor are not.
A part of me, today, wants to write stories. Wonderful long flows of thought - rich, truthful, powerful. No layers of ambiguity. These are the ideas that haunt me, not the tiny ramblings I'm used to.
If I could formulate them, I would place them into the fire at the Lives of Others.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Tiny Meme
Surprised to see that Jen and Gray have tagged me in a meme, having not written that much for here recently I thought I'd give it a go.
Here are the rules:
1) Put the link of the person who tagged you on your blog.
2) Write the rules.
3) Mention 6 things or habits of no real importance about you.
4) Tag 6 persons adding their links directly.
5) Alert the persons that you tagged them.
I once received a Reader Submission that was only one or two words, I still don’t know why and I never posted it because part of me thinks it was impertinent.
Poetry makes me feel like an artist some days, and an imposter the next.
I haven’t written anything in awhile and the fact that she cares means more to me than she knows.
I’ve only ever read one entire blog – gone back to the beginning and consumed it all. When the author stops writing, it’ll be the end of a book that I’ve been slowly reading and my heart will be a little bit broken.
This is my favourite piece I’ve written for here.
I can’t write things that are “of no real importance” to me, either.
This is going to be the hard part, tagging people that haven't been tagged already... Luncheon Roll , Peter, and Marie.
Here are the rules:
1) Put the link of the person who tagged you on your blog.
2) Write the rules.
3) Mention 6 things or habits of no real importance about you.
4) Tag 6 persons adding their links directly.
5) Alert the persons that you tagged them.
I once received a Reader Submission that was only one or two words, I still don’t know why and I never posted it because part of me thinks it was impertinent.
Poetry makes me feel like an artist some days, and an imposter the next.
I haven’t written anything in awhile and the fact that she cares means more to me than she knows.
I’ve only ever read one entire blog – gone back to the beginning and consumed it all. When the author stops writing, it’ll be the end of a book that I’ve been slowly reading and my heart will be a little bit broken.
This is my favourite piece I’ve written for here.
I can’t write things that are “of no real importance” to me, either.
This is going to be the hard part, tagging people that haven't been tagged already... Luncheon Roll , Peter, and Marie.
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