Hmm, writing again. Had nothing to do today, thought about writing, decided to do it, did it. I am a strange creature. Sometimes I don't think my writing makes much sense but I think I write more to work with the words and the language than to... I don't know what. Maybe that's just my excuse for not writing things that are so profoundly ( Read more... )

Hmm... more writing. Man, it makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something. It's a nice feeling, really.

This one is from The Office (the American version) and it's about Jim and Pam, who are lovers (in my mind and someday on the show). I'm not sure what compelled me to write this except that once I start I tend to just go and go until it's ( Read more... )

Oh man. And again. A few more words, a bit less succinct and cleanly-cut. Not sure how I feel about it quite yet.

( It can mean a divide in something that was once whole; a break, a splitting of parts. )

Oh my goodness, I wrote something. Gasp!

( 'I can’t,' she said, intending to continue with 'do this', but all that came out was a replicate: 'I can’t, I can’t...' His eyes seemed to know. )