World Kindness Day/Start A Rumor Day/Actors Day
2006-11-13 @ 10:33 p.m.

The rains this year don't feel as purifying as they used to, even though the skies darken almost everyday now. Poised midway between enslavement and freedom, servitude is tasting especially bitter lately. Every so often, I catch myself thinking, I should tell so-and-so about this, only to remember a heartbeat later that he/she is still half a world away. I just noticed that one of my poems is becoming a sort of pastiche of sorts. It started out as a fairly short piece. Then I cut and pasted a chunk from another poem to the end. Now I've just stuck on something at the beginning, really just an idea that didn't seem to be going anywhere, so I dumped it here. How's that for laziness? I will write seriously in December, when I've more time to myself. What's a guy to do when he feels something but can't put it into writing and said feeling is overpowering any attempt at thought? Would that it were not so, and I might just be less brooding. It doesn't really show though, does it? I meant the brooding bit. I would suppose not...

This week:

Children's Book Week