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[protocalypso]

Activities of a creative nature are difficult to undertake, and it's been this way for quite some time. I want to write again, but don't have much to say. It's probably more along the lines that I'm so out of practice I haven't a clue where to begin, but I've never claimed immunity to the pitfall of making excuses for myself.

Heh.

Comments

[onesoul]

when you go away... I am sad. When you come back.... I am happy.

Stay... and talk with us.... I miss you.

[bedlammessiah]

LISTEN TO MY HOOOOOOVES!

[morphie]

I was JUST thinking about you on the ride home from work...how odd

[inushnu]

When I was in fifth grade they sat my homeroom class down in the little story-telling rectangle fragment for a video. I don't really know why we, at that age/level, were sitting in front of a TV that had this guy talking to us about how/why he wrote. I mean, what does a 8 year old care about some old guy who writes books? Just give me the story and let me be! Really! But then.... he looked out at all of us and said, "If you want to write, you have to write about the dirt between your own toes. Write about nothing less" and he changed my life forever.

So, I say to you: write about the dirt between your toes until you clean it all off and then write about the skin it was laying on and the blood that gave life to that skin and then the bone that held it all in place. Keep writing until all of that is gone and then write about the space left and the space created and the space that will never be.

Writing is not an art, it's a craft.

[mountaincreek]

i realized in my idiocy that when i changed journals to this one, i didn't bring you along for the ride. silly, silly abby. *adds*

missed you, even though i didn't realize it at the time.