Hmmm...so it turns out that I'm actually not that good a maintaining a blog. Not really a surpise. To anything thing I didn't reply to, sorry, it slipped out of my brain and went on a picnic. I believe one question was where I live....which a vaguely general answer of Florida. Although I prefer mountains.
My writing is haulted until I reinstall a free trail of windows...It seems a soon as you can't really write ideas start hitting you from all sides. There could be theory and mathmatical equation in that somewhere.
Work is exhausting. The doctors don't want to go home so we get to work straight through the night. Heaven forbid there is an acciedent.
Well...I'm taking my tired self to bed. Hope all is well where ever you are.
- Mood:
exhausted
So I haven't posted in a while. I suppose I haven't had anything to say. I still don't think I do, so we will see how this goes.
I've started reading poetry recently. Once I'm through school and settled in my career I might have a favorite line tattooed around my wrist. Right now I'm thinking it will be "And this is the the wonder that's keeping the stars apart" from a poem by EE Cummings. He is one of my favorites. I'm slowly trying to not just read, but understand Shakespeare's Sonnets. I feel so accomplished when I do.
The world reminds me of a poem I wrote in the week following September 11th. Read it below if you like...
Peace Will Fight On
Wars are raging, people fighting,
Fire like death is burning black.
Time is like peace, there's not enough of it,
Not enough to go around.
When the news is on I start to feel like fire.
And then the wind will blow
Like the whisper of and Angel
And hope will overcome me,
And peace will fight on.
I've started reading poetry recently. Once I'm through school and settled in my career I might have a favorite line tattooed around my wrist. Right now I'm thinking it will be "And this is the the wonder that's keeping the stars apart" from a poem by EE Cummings. He is one of my favorites. I'm slowly trying to not just read, but understand Shakespeare's Sonnets. I feel so accomplished when I do.
The world reminds me of a poem I wrote in the week following September 11th. Read it below if you like...
Peace Will Fight On
Wars are raging, people fighting,
Fire like death is burning black.
Time is like peace, there's not enough of it,
Not enough to go around.
When the news is on I start to feel like fire.
And then the wind will blow
Like the whisper of and Angel
And hope will overcome me,
And peace will fight on.
- Mood:
contemplative
I truly think that they are trying to see how much work they can pile on at work before we all just keel over. Well...some of it isn't by there choice...sometimes it is a trama. Hmmm...its really starting to get in the way of my creative process though...getting home and not feeling like moving can really through off your sense of wanting to streach your emotional limits...
go figure...
go figure...
So...I'm still getting the hang of this blogging thing. So, my intent with this journal is to get out random ideas regarding my writing (perhaps sometimes just random ideas...). Right now I'm writting a character study of a serial killer (of my creation). It was a challenge of a dear friend of mine.
So I apologize if this is boring...and I hope to actually keep it up. And perhaps one day I will happily post that I have finished my project.
So I apologize if this is boring...and I hope to actually keep it up. And perhaps one day I will happily post that I have finished my project.
- Mood:
relaxed
I find my mind running around and around the story I will one day have down on paper. The details change only slightly with every telling and when I go to type them out they seem false. Sometimes I think, occasionally, my characters lead and I am the one that follows...
- Mood:
curious
