One little Friday.Take 5 days of 48 hours each. Put them in a small cardboard box. Throw in a little writer's block and petty politics. And maybe a half-eaten sandwich. Then wrap tightly to half it's size.
Now pummel the package with a baseball bat till such time it resembles a pullover. Wear it.
I am not averse to work. But an illegitimate refusal to unlearn, accommodate and expand one's horizon makes me lose my otherwise perennial smile.
The week has been hostile. And a slight, yet anonymous, exchange has made all the difference.
I feel like jazz today.
10 comments:
nice space you have here...keep scribbling
i thank you scribbleamus. you sound almost like some roman legionaries i encountered in pages of old asterix comics :)
nice :)
And good to see you on moi blog. Keep coming
your writing is absolutely stunning! thank you so much for happening by my little universe :) i so enjoyed your post about blogging that i added it to my post. hope you don't mind being "published". simply had to share your words. so beautifully said. thank you for casting your silver thread my way. xo.
jarvarm - of course i will.
wish studio - i don't mind at all. and i am glad you enjoyed what i had to say.
without unlearning one cannot relearn and it seems to be a continous process as when u finish changing u are finished... cheers!!!!
heh. roman legionaries you encountered! ...u just get better don't you?
alien - exactly. its simple enough in theory really. just need to put it in practice.
scribbleamus - i would sincerely hope so.
"I feel like jazz today."
you make me smile to myself! I wonder what that anonymous exchange was like.
devil - welcome back. the anonymous exchange was fresh and wonderful. and kept m egoing for most of thr week. how was your trip?
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