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Maybe writers truly are insane.
Yes, the time stamp on this entry is accurate, yet I am drinking a cold latte. Yes, the first ingredient is "brewed coffee." No, I do not drink coffee. Yes, the slightest bit of caffeine causes my eyes to pop out of my skull ( Read more... ) -
Life after winter.
If the birds never migrated
away
I wouldn't grin at their songs
or stop walking to listen.
If leaves never dropped like tears
from the maple older than I
I'd walk beneath their branch-homes every day
and never notice their feathery buds
their green maturity
their color-bursts before goodbye.
If I never had to burrow and hunch
in the depths of my winter coat
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My brother is predictable; I just don't always realize it.
Me: "Can I borrow Carrie [Underwood]'s Carnival Ride? I'll give it right back."
Josh: "Sure ..." [hands me the box] "Oh, wait. It's not in there." [going to his mini CD player] "I have it all loaded up now."
Me: "You do? With what else?"
Josh: "Johnny Cash, and the Halo soundtrack."
Me, laughing: "Oh, of course." -
Almost a glimpse of conclusion...
... for Part One, at least. Maybe. It feels ... well, not close enough to touch, certainly, but at least "out there" before me in the darkling mists of Unknown Future Plot. This has not happened before. Prior to this night, Part One's conclusion could be 5,000 words away, or 15,000, or 300,000, or more. Right now, I feel it's somewhere between ( Read more... ) -
The questions we haven't yet learned how to ask ...
I've been told (by a questionable source, admittedly) that recalling the details of one's dreams is a sign of psychological health. I also read somewhere (probably a random Yahoo article) that those who can't remember their dreams simply have too many to remember any of them, but this doesn't make complete sense to me. Is the brain overloaded ( Read more... ) -
And now, forward.
Two guys in navy ski jackets played tug o' war against two maples guarding the front of Big Boy. The trees battled back with bare and bony arms, with fingers unwilling to give up their garb of Christmas lights. After all, they'd lost their leaf coats; they were entitled to keep their shining necklaces, bracelets, and belts ( Read more... ) -
Feels like home.
My subdivision entrance sports a new sign; the old one was held together with rust spots of screws. The style has not been modernized, still speaks of an old, quiet neighborhood, but that's what my neighborhood is, after all. And now it proclaims itself in clean, forest-and-gold letters.
A "welcome to the neighborhood!" mailing offered tips on ( Read more... ) -
Apparently, I needed one more Writing Issue.
When Alternating-POV Character #1 is up almost all night, and Alternating-POV Character #2 is sound asleep, it is logistically impossible to write Alternating-POV chapters of normal length. Unless, of course, one chronicles the dreams of Character #2. I do have a short dream chapter to insert between two of #1's. It is a dream with a purpose, ( Read more... ) -
Lobby run-ins make good neighbors.
With the last-minute cancelling of Bible study (thanks to parking lot workers jarring an electrical pole and knocking out the church's power), Emily and I went to Dairy Queen. I wanted to walk, since it is literally across the street. She didn't want to try crossing a five-lane road. I proposed walking down to [road name deleted for security ( Read more... ) -
Did you know ...
Following a truck pulling a giant trailer of green hay bales, wisps of which are threading through the air like long, dusty confetti, you can smell the sweetness through the car vent.
If you have allergies, this may tickle your nose. But when you miss most scents in the world, you're enjoying this too much to turn on the AC.
(This brought to you ( Read more... )