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the emotions i feel when contemplating going on a vacation in italy. i want to go, really really want to go but i know i may just freak out ('cause i'm a bit of a freak.) ah well maybe a good boil is just what I need!
Everything starts with one step. That's one thing he always had trouble with understanding and acting upon. The magnitude of the entirety would peak around the corner and then leap out at him, destroying his confidence. One step, that's all he needed to do, just one step...
Watching me write is a good way to find amusement. Which isn't really the word of the day but that's ok. It's close enough. Man I just have no creative thoughts lately. I'm slogging around with the word of the day. I guess it's amusing...
Well, that's interesting. I'm drawing a blank on this word. No 'lightning in a bottle' for me. No 'lightning strike' of inspiration for me today. Wow, that's a cheap way to get the word written about when you come up empty...
in the closet. that's the easiest thing to come up with. also think about the skeleton of a story and I'm spending time now looking at how to create the skeleton of a story, what it should consist of. something interesting is my free form story had some of those elements and I didn't even know what i was doing...
I used to shoot a bow when I was a youngster. I had two different ones and fancied myself a great hunter. I actually went hunting with the bow on several occasions but never shot (or even saw) anything. I think the animals were all to busy laughing at me to show themselves.
The stem of the flower was wilting, soft with decay after it's peak flowering time had past. The flower was still beautiful, just a bit bedraggled. It had done its duty and done it well. It had earned its rest and would wait through winter for the warmth of spring to return it to glory.
I assisted my wife today, trying to find out how to successfully communicate with her while she is in Italy. You really have to keep your eye out when dealing with the ATT reps. I was trying to turn stuff off and she had me adding features (if I listened to her, that is). Oh well you have to be careful...
Given the wit to write he wondered why he didn't. What was it that stood in his way? Why did he doubt as he wrote instead of just writing and then leaving the doubting for the editing? It was hard, this writing game. The self doubt was what was given.
His name was Wade. He was always a little embarrassed by it, living as he did in the northeast, cape cod to be exact. He was a terrific fisherman, not quite as good at being a husband
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