Restore from saved draft?
"I know I said I was back on LJ then didn't post for over a month. But sometimes there are more important things to do than write about the things I'm doing, yes? Which isn't to claim I do all the important things, or that writing isn't one of them. I've been hanging out on the other side of writing; you know: reading. Books and Tori Amos interviews and gumball fortunes. And I've written on other things, like my resume and a damn many notebook pages and my hand. I'll plug one thing I'm reading, which caught my attention by using natural dye specimens in its title: Sassafrass, Cypress, and Indigo, by Ntozake Shange. An adorable writer. Her prose style ebbs and flows nicely into whatever pace her characters and their activities demand, studded with some recipes and spells for good measure. Like its immediate predecessors Fight Club and The Exile, it is another book whose colours I am sad and afraid to finish filtering the world through, but I luckily keep finding good books to follow up the last one. I'm also saying goodbye and hello to the Dream King and his kin in The Wake, and absorbing a page or two of Huckleberry Finn every couple of weeks."
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I still find myself craving the outlet of Livejournal again. So tonight I revived it with the injection of a fresh juicy new password and went to make a new entry. I received the prompt memorialized in the subject line. I liked the saved draft so I let it start this entry. That must be from last spring... at least I am in the midst of another book I don't want to let go of by finishing.
I tried having a tumblr but that was too public. Livejournal feels like a wallflower position in a social atmosphere, where if you need to you can pick your nose a bit and nobody will notice let alone care. And I sense that it's simply a part of my character formula, thus a thing worth embracing. Like it's my turf, on which my voice is best amplified.
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I still find myself craving the outlet of Livejournal again. So tonight I revived it with the injection of a fresh juicy new password and went to make a new entry. I received the prompt memorialized in the subject line. I liked the saved draft so I let it start this entry. That must be from last spring... at least I am in the midst of another book I don't want to let go of by finishing.
I tried having a tumblr but that was too public. Livejournal feels like a wallflower position in a social atmosphere, where if you need to you can pick your nose a bit and nobody will notice let alone care. And I sense that it's simply a part of my character formula, thus a thing worth embracing. Like it's my turf, on which my voice is best amplified.