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Writer's Block: Vision Test
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When I met Kai, it felt like I had always known him and that we were simply meeting up again after an absence. I was comfortable with him, and not at all shy like I usually am. I ordered a sandwich that night under the assumption that we would both munch on it, then became embarrassed when I realized that near-strangers typically didn't share ( Read more... ) -
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Back in high school, Channy and I had this ridiculous little routine that we would occasionally act out in our creative writing class, where everyone would politely ignore how incredibly weird we were. The initiator would take a glove and throw it at the other (with my circulation being what it was, we usually had gloves on hand *har*), and in an ( Read more... ) -
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I had another spiritual attack last night, and the counter in the back of my mind says that makes four. The others happened back in Utah, and it's been close to six months since the last one, so I had forgotten about them. It was the same story: I was snatched out of a regular dream, and found myself lying in bed with an unbearable and heavy ( Read more... ) -
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Kai bought some silk bamboo yarn for me, and I REALLY like it. So soft and smooth. I'm definitely going to need to start selling things in order to afford my expensive tastes, lol.
I've been thinking a lot about e-publishing lately. I can edit my Fade to White novel to make it even better, then sell it for 99 cents on Kindle or something and make a ( Read more... ) -
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I miss being able to feel the sun move across the sky. Time meant a lot more when sunrise and sunset were important events, when I could experience the gradual change and mentally prepare for getting up or settling down. I miss the colors ( Read more... ) -
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I probably shouldn't be writing about this, considering the nature of it and all, but my god my brain is going to start bleeding out of my ears if I don't somehow get these thoughts out. And please don't think that I'm planning anything, because I'm not. I'm too irrational on the matter to make any decisions.
I'm jonesing for a baby.
Badly.
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I like it when I look in the mirror and find that my cheeks are pink. I like the way the worry lines on my brow are fading. I like how faint the circles under my eyes have become. I like how healthy I feel ( Read more... )
