wowsah, i don’t know where all this came from except that i read something posted by another about trying to decide on ‘taking a risk’ and it just…. flooded up and demanded to be written. bringing it here to serve as it may… here and now… or on some far flung day.
wee ramble
whenever i wonder if i’m ‘really a writer’ or not, all i have to do is try to go an entire week without writing something. hah. i have not yet made it past three days, albeit that sometimes they never make it here.
you don’t have to change
i love this. for many reasons. most of which will be obvious to anyone who knows me. it’s like a motto made musical. wish it were this easy to convey to others. hard when you’re not believed.
on honesty…
woah. this spontaneous reply to another in regard to the wave of ‘intensifiers’ in relation to ‘honesty’ flew off my fingertips quickly enough. it wasn’t until i really re-read it that i realized what i was saying. i’m going to have to think on this. well. hrm. obviously i already have, since it flew out of me effortlessly. rephrasing, i’m going to have to consider what this means here, in the front of my brain, and in the meantime, feel something like shuddering relief that the back of my brain seems to have this down cold. hopefully, it will percolate […]
about hope
this, given in reply to another, set here for myself, and any other who may read. very likely the most spontaneous thing i’ve ever written, i wept as i wrote it, i weep now, and i’m smiling at the same time. crazy? maybe. i choose to think it’s important. for many reasons. reasons i will not ruin it by trying to explain. for once. cyncism is nothing more than bruised idealism, the deeper the bruise, the more cynical the result. but underneath it all, we still hope. it is the singular irony of life that we work so hard to […]
forgotten things…
hah. found some AIs i thought i’d lost. recordings to be transcribed from about september – october 2006. got one done, working on the other now. also found some recordings of less enjoyable moments. not sure what i want to do with them.
synchronicities and stories and suchness
every week on saturday night, the roleplaying guild i lead has a gathering at which stories are told and interaction is enjoyed.
how do they know? why do i care?
well, honestly, i can’t say i do care beyond the vague curiosity of ‘why do they bother?’