Feelings

Slightly needy.

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Unless I Let You

My day will be great,

Even if you pout.

If I smile 

no one can 

see the red 

marks I get 

from waxing 

my mustache. 

No More

I've made an earth shattering discovery- well, decision really.

I've always wondered why I wasn't getting any where with my writing, like never finishing anything. Never having a first draft to revise and so on. But here I am, working on a story I started I think over six years ago. And when I look back to what the story was then and what it is now, I really need to face the truth:

I'm way past first draft!

I mean, seriously folks! Who ever said I had to get it all written down for it to count as a first draft? I've taken out and moved around, changed so much, killed off characters, ex-ed characters, combined characters, re-vamped plots, added a flippin' quest for crying out loud! When am I going to admit to myself I've been revising all along and the first draft is long gone. It was never intended to see the light day. 

So where am I in my progress?

Well, I won't say I'm ready to start the final draft, but I'm not very far from it. I can feel it. For six years or more this story has been with me. I'm finally seeing my characters in the roles I really want for them. It's a wonderful feeling. 

Therefore I Am

I knew what I was doing

I think.

I knew why I was here

I think.

I knew what I wanted

I thought.

Now, I just don't want

to think.

I Am Here

Jeff, Miles, Bob and Me. 

I'm where I want to be.

And how many can say that?

That their dreams came true?

Please Pass the Cute

The twins went to the beach today.

They played in the water,

and played in the sand,

and we all had a blast!

Together

They fell asleep, first Miles, then Bob. When I laid him down next to his brother, Bob put his arm around Miles.

Asleep at last. 

Too often I find myself doing something I don't want to do, when I could be doing something I need to do.

Varagation

Ever feel that life is unsteady? That there's a constant flux that seems to go back on itself until you're just a tangled mess of yarn in the yarn bag of life? Yeah, me too.

Here and Now

Writing at night, during my alone time.

I need sleep, but can't stop.