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I sometimes wonder where the ideas in my head come from. I know that's silly, they're my ideas...but things show up at some times, disappear at others, and come and go, as though I was just a city bus stop, with ideas commuting through their 'idea lives'.
My latest entry was a blank page, letting my fingers walk across the keyboards as my mind floated around the past evenings events. I will admit, I was pretty intoxicated, but apparently not incoherent, because those words feel so right, even now in a sober next morning sadness.
I'd really like to call in sick to work today, just sit in my room and clickety clack until the moon is the only light on. I have ideas, adventures, emotions, and concerns I'd like to get down, in this journal and in my personal one. I have stories and fantasies I want to get down, to edit, to create. I want to write. A lot. But this world thrives on money, and making money takes time, and time is the one thing I'd like to have to do more writing. Another 9 hour shift coming up, woohoo. Ahh, Sunday...the day of rest...yeah right.
My latest entry was a blank page, letting my fingers walk across the keyboards as my mind floated around the past evenings events. I will admit, I was pretty intoxicated, but apparently not incoherent, because those words feel so right, even now in a sober next morning sadness.
I'd really like to call in sick to work today, just sit in my room and clickety clack until the moon is the only light on. I have ideas, adventures, emotions, and concerns I'd like to get down, in this journal and in my personal one. I have stories and fantasies I want to get down, to edit, to create. I want to write. A lot. But this world thrives on money, and making money takes time, and time is the one thing I'd like to have to do more writing. Another 9 hour shift coming up, woohoo. Ahh, Sunday...the day of rest...yeah right.