In Which I Draw a Picture to Fulfill My Weekly Blogging Quota

[rockinlibrarian]

Don't get me wrong. I'm not getting out of WRITING. I just feel like writing for my own benefit today, not the world's (or even just the-small-part-of-the-world-that-might-read-this-blog). I don't feel like working within a box on a screen. This is a big page, spread-out-on-the-floor sort of planning-writing. Actually I think what I'm aiming for is

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[iamdamanda]

Incidentally, I think you'd enjoy Pinterest. Plus the Blogess is on there.

[rockinlibrarian]

But I'm trying to cut BACK on the Internet!

[ext_784244]

Oh, you wrote poetry! Truly! "The soul that feels swirly and treeish" --I remember feeling swirly and treeish. Where did that go? When did I start feeling heavy and muddy? The "body that stumbles, cluttered and distracted"--yes. that's what happened. the stumbling, the distracting, (isn't the internet good at that? yay you for getting on with living and doing! But the internet can also be so inspiring. Like this post.) The being tripped up. (I went to the random sentence generator and got "A rock interferes!" I think it's a metaphor for my life, somehow. The rock is usually me, tripping myself up.)

[rockinlibrarian]

Thanks! Also, the exclamation point at the end of "A rock interferes!" makes the whole sentence for me.