Staying in my play pretend
Monday at work, actually slow. The songs on my ipod are mostly really old; stuff like Ani diFranco's "out of habit" and lisa loeb's "sandalwood" and tracy bonham's :mother, mother" (this was my Lilith phase.)
Nothing on previously.tv or crushable, I started looking up old names and got some twitter handles but i'm not on there with any regularity. There are still such things as Angelfire and the fray...well, okay, not living breathing, but still there, like internet gravesites. like my LJ. LOL. LJ looks text-y and terrible on my work computer, I remember when I used to be on it all day.
I hope that i'll write more in 2015, i remember when i used to go around calling myself a writer...and i still love my novel, which reads like historical fiction, the world has changed so very much in the last 15 years. i miss the details of people's days, what they were listening to and what colors it made them think of, there's something to be said for instagram, i really love it but i'd rather have the thousand words.
so i'm going to try to at least write here, for the people who are still around but mostly for me. Writing makes my thoughts looser, it makes me more observant and more inspired. what do you think, guys? who's with me???
Nothing on previously.tv or crushable, I started looking up old names and got some twitter handles but i'm not on there with any regularity. There are still such things as Angelfire and the fray...well, okay, not living breathing, but still there, like internet gravesites. like my LJ. LOL. LJ looks text-y and terrible on my work computer, I remember when I used to be on it all day.
I hope that i'll write more in 2015, i remember when i used to go around calling myself a writer...and i still love my novel, which reads like historical fiction, the world has changed so very much in the last 15 years. i miss the details of people's days, what they were listening to and what colors it made them think of, there's something to be said for instagram, i really love it but i'd rather have the thousand words.
so i'm going to try to at least write here, for the people who are still around but mostly for me. Writing makes my thoughts looser, it makes me more observant and more inspired. what do you think, guys? who's with me???