My brain wasn't decompressed enough to even seriously consider writing fiction until Saturday night. I even broke out notes I have for a story at around 10PM and didn't write a word. I skimmed the notes. I opened my preferred word processing program.
tihe vision is clear as day, even in the darkest nights. no matter what happens to me, the taste of success is on the tip of my tongue.f a time traveler came to me right now and said im going to be successful, i'd believe them more than if they said i was going nowhere.
ID scream with my mouth closed.Tid somebody die?
bhe smell of incense, stronger.
Iut I feel my father in the hall.
B have not yet opened my eyes,
sut I cannot open the door for him.
Aaying my name. Srei Mol.
knock on the door: my father
Today (Aug. 8) is our wedding anniversary!! Last month I wrote about a different anniversary, and tried to make my personal celebration a communal one - asking "What advice have you received and continues to resonate with you?" Today I'm trying a different sort of personal to
i once misread shayla as shalala and now anything i see the word shayla i read it as shalala and then i get that one song that starts with "(word) shalalala (mmm) shalalala" stuck in my head did i need to tell you this? no but here we are