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i am considering writing a book. it's funny how, after the world has come crashing down around your ears, certain desires become more clear. never has my life been upturned as fast or as far as it has now. i understand now why i was given so much patience, but at this point, i question who - if anyone or anything - gave it to me.
i have a character chosen, and a loose plot (which may be too cliche with too many loopholes, but it's still a work in progress).
i have never been in a position where i don't know what i will be doing in the coming months, and it's scary in a way i don't like.
i was nearly in a severe car accident a few weeks ago, when i skidded on ice and nearly had a head-on with a plow truck. i should have been scared - no, downright terrified - but as my car swirled around with the snow on the road, all i could feel was the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Adrenaline. That was all. No minute-long reflection on my life and all the people in it. No screaming. Just adrenaline. As I stepped out of the car in the midst of the snow pile I had thankfully landed in on the side of the road, my hands were shaking, but not from fear. From excitement. From the joy of life, the break from routine that my near-collision had caused. My drive home had not been ordinary, and I revelled in that thought.
i have a character chosen, and a loose plot (which may be too cliche with too many loopholes, but it's still a work in progress).
i have never been in a position where i don't know what i will be doing in the coming months, and it's scary in a way i don't like.
i was nearly in a severe car accident a few weeks ago, when i skidded on ice and nearly had a head-on with a plow truck. i should have been scared - no, downright terrified - but as my car swirled around with the snow on the road, all i could feel was the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Adrenaline. That was all. No minute-long reflection on my life and all the people in it. No screaming. Just adrenaline. As I stepped out of the car in the midst of the snow pile I had thankfully landed in on the side of the road, my hands were shaking, but not from fear. From excitement. From the joy of life, the break from routine that my near-collision had caused. My drive home had not been ordinary, and I revelled in that thought.