Sound Byte (maigrey) wrote,
Sound Byte

  • Mood:
I've never been much of a wordsmith; my brain does not want to put letters down onto empty white space. Once the words are there, I can rearrange, add and subtract with impunity: I am an excellent editor. Perhaps the palm reading I once got, telling me that I have a very small creativity line is true. I have no art skills. I don't create beautiful prose or poetry. I don't come up with incredible ideas to use lasers to write on the moon's surface. Usually I am at peace with that facet of myself, for I have many other skills: I take pleasure in the small things; I believe in people; I love and feel with all my soul.

But lately, I feel that whatever talent I've had with putting words together out of thin air has deserted me. So many thoughts run through my brain, and have for some time: butterflies, and I without a net to catch them. Perhaps soon, I will be able to put more of those butterflies down into words.

  • Tired.

    Being in the office at 8:30 am means getting up at 5 because I hate traffic and traffic starts at 6:30. Wah. But I did get more Caribou. YOMS.

  • Making orthodontia better

    + ...I have about 4 hours before I can't eat anything that isn't soft...

  • For Lori.

    I hate you pollen. HATE YOU.

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