Sunday, October 24, 2010
I think I may have ....
I think I might have aichmophobia and ligyrophobia. Maybe. I dunno for sure.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Continue On
If I begin to sink,
I try to swim.
If I begin to slouch,
I try to sit straighter.
If I begin to limp,
I try to get through it.
If I begin to trip,
I try to regain my footing.
If I begin to slow,
I try to move faster.
If I begin to falter,
I try to sing louder.
If I begin to go flat,
I try to play better.
If I begin to lose it,
I try to find someone to lean on.
We will continue on.
I try to swim.
If I begin to slouch,
I try to sit straighter.
If I begin to limp,
I try to get through it.
If I begin to trip,
I try to regain my footing.
If I begin to slow,
I try to move faster.
If I begin to falter,
I try to sing louder.
If I begin to go flat,
I try to play better.
If I begin to lose it,
I try to find someone to lean on.
We will continue on.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
NaNoWriMo
Here I go again. Gonna add 50000 words to Give and Take and, quite possibly, add some to my other rewrite Truth.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Guess what I got!!
I just got a guitar! Yays! I'll post pictures. We just went to the library to grab some instruction books. G7 and C are proving difficult (those of you who play the guitar - don't laugh or I'll find you). My fingers hurt already! Please, calluses, come already!
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Doing What I Thought Was Right
Softly crawling,
creeping forward.
Could tell
they saw
us.
Don't make
a single
sound.
Open fire.
Raining bullets.
"Go, go,
GO!"
The tiny
children, weeping
for Mummy.
Grab one,
you get
the other.
Always watch
your feet,
son.
I did
not.
A million
pieces of
me, and
the children.
Scattered across
the desert.
Good luck
with your
recovery.
- from "There Was Pain: A Collection of Poems of War" by Frankie Ballard
creeping forward.
Could tell
they saw
us.
Don't make
a single
sound.
Open fire.
Raining bullets.
"Go, go,
GO!"
The tiny
children, weeping
for Mummy.
Grab one,
you get
the other.
Always watch
your feet,
son.
I did
not.
A million
pieces of
me, and
the children.
Scattered across
the desert.
Good luck
with your
recovery.
- from "There Was Pain: A Collection of Poems of War" by Frankie Ballard
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Just found this...
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings. - Anonymous
Star Wars fanfic link
Click here. Hope you enjoy! Even though it's only the prologue. I'm debating whether the rest of the story will be in her perspective or not ... oh well. I'll figure it out eventaully! :)
Pease!
Pease!
Star Wars
Hey, did I ever tell you that I'm writing a Star Wars fan fiction? Cuz I am. Well, in my head. It's a work in progress. :)
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