Oh the possibilty.
Blank paper.
Empty Word doc.
Free evening.
Day off.
Extra ten minutes.
Clear calendar square.
Lunch break.
I shudder at the thought. Oh emptiness, how I crave you in times of overwhelming full-ness. Who knew being alone could be so fulfilling?
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I still
- I still feel disappointment
- I still love
- I still feel awed by what I have been given in life
- I still sing
- I still see the beauty in everything around me
- I still cry
- I still believe in the power of thought
- I still dream
- I still find myself
- I still search for myself
- I still believe that people are essentially good
- I still believe that I am a good person
- I still trust
Required Reading
- A Celestial Omnibus: Short Fiction on Faith, Maney
- A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Eggers
- East of Eden, Steinbeck
- Fahrenheit 451, Bradbury
- Franny and Zooey, Salinger
- Mama Day, Naylor
- Paradise Lost, Milton
- The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Twain
- The Awakening, Chopin
- The Collected Works of Flannery O'Connor
- The Color Purple, Walker
- White Oleander, Fitch
2 comments:
And when you have nothing but nothingness for three months, or more, you really begin to crave that fullness of a complete schedule as well.
I'm sure as a writer that you crave hours that you can sit down unhindered and let your thoughts flow.
And that is something I never get!! I wish I had it. But on the other hand, I'd probably just write about how bored and lonely I was...
:)
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