Aug 14, 2008 23:08
Spinning, spinning, spinning.
The fair was really good, getting outside, into humanity, something 'normal.' Or as close as it is possible for me anymore. I didn't eat anything deep fried, maybe I should have. ;)
Wrote a few good pages the other night, too. But it still scares me. I shouldn't be afraid of my own writing. Shouldn't worry about what people will think. There's internet TV playing behind me, a father of a writer died, but left a letter admitting he was afraid that his son wasn't exaggerating when he made terrible fathers in his books.
Things are crazy.
I remembered my Grandma on the way to work, nearly four years gone, and I was nearly in tears over remembering the last time I saw her.
I was going to go to a bonfire and a drum circle this weekend, but it got canceled. I've been wanting to go lay in a field somewhere and stare at the stars, but I was happy to settle for a roaring fire. No luck.