shadow19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Plain old sleep would be nice. The air is so thick today that looking out into the afternoon is like looking through gauze. I've sworn off the news for a little while. Early morning reports of beheadings, kidnappings, and death drag me down before the day's barely started. Soooo...I'm listening to Natalie Goldberg's "Thunder and Lightning" in hopes that it'll inspire me to fill up a few pages of the umpteen notebooks that I have lying around. Even though her drawn out, nasal, New Yorkie (Yorkey? Yorky?) accent is a little grating, it seems to be doing the trick. I feel calmer and have even jotted down a sentence or two. Small progress, but progress nonetheless. Keeping it going, that's the trick. Must not be afraid to be messy. To write junk. To simply bleat it out. I woke up at 1 am last night with the word "Phosphorus" endlessly looping through my head. What one wouldn't give for an off switch. 11:10 p.m. - 2004-07-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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