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"What do I know of You who spoke me into motion? Where have I even stood but the shore along Your ocean? Are you fire, are you fury? Are you sacred, are you beautiful? What do I know? What do I know of Holy?"
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Of Milky Ways and Tattered Notebooks
There's nothing better than thinking there are no more of your favorite candy bars left (Milky Ways, in my case) and then suddenly stumbling upon one hidden way back in the cabinet. Just saying. It made me pretty dang happy after a long day full of conversations revolving around school and my screwed up wrist that doesn't want to cooperate. Insert big sigh and aggravated face here.
In other news, I'm doing pretty good when it comes to writing. I'm having random bursts of inspiration at some of the most inopportune times, meaning I'm not by my computer and there's either absolutely no paper, pens, or anything. But, hey, I'm not complaining. I either whip out my cell phone and start the agonizing process of trying to hurriedly type up my idea on the incredibly tiny keyboard (okay, that was exaggerating a little... typing on my cell phone keyboard isn't that bad) or rush whatever I'm doing and dive for my notebook and a pencil as soon as I get the chance. That is why my notebook is becoming a little tattered and is full of sloppy bits of stories and notes that probably only I understand. Heh.
Confession: I exaggerate a lot, in case you haven't noticed. Mhmm.
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