HUMAN BEINGS MAKE LIFE SO INTERESTING. DO YOU KNOW, THAT IN A UNIVERSE SO FULL OF WONDERS, THEY HAVE MANAGED TO INVENT BOREDOM. (Death) ~Terry Pratchett, Hogfather I wanted to write about Birthdays today. I’ve been wanting to for just about the past two weeks. The thing is, I can’t think of what to write. I
The mouse ran up the hill, and dipped into the dark pool of water found there. He swam, slowly at first, as though he were afraid. As he swam, his speed increased and he was soon in the middle of the dark water, almost far enough out that he lost sight of the shore.
I have this recurring daydream running through my head. Standing in the desert, wearing all white. A blue sky overhead, no clouds. Bright sun, but it’s shining in such a way that it casts no shadows. The warm brown/beige sand stretches on into infinity. My hands are cupped in front of me, full of sand.
I’ve been trying to work on writing something by hand in my journal every day. I have a portable one that I write a single page entry in, and I have another covered in a houndstooth design that I have two entries in. The project has been… interesting. I’ve only spent about a week writing