Friday, August 08, 2008
Prose Like Poetry
Dare I think or dream of a new short story? In spite of myself, I see visions of new stories. A different flavor for every day of the week with a breaking desire to make all the wonderful dishes. When I write, I say, "This is love. This is passion." How can I make the words sing a song to soothe the heart and soul? I ask myself this every time I write.
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Hey Stacy, just popping by again to say hi. :o)
Don't see you around much anymore. I know all of us our so busy with our own lives. It's hard to keep up with everybody.
I see you're still blogging and writing. That's good. :o)
Lately I've been doing a bit more blogging on my blog over here too. Nothing too big, just been blogging about some daily events lately.
Anyway, just wanted to say hi. Hope all is well with you and your family and hope work and school are going ok with you. You're probably out of school for the summer though. I hope so, you need a break. Catch you later. :o)
Hey Beatty. I try to not use my blog at work, so there will be no conflicts.
I feel a little busy/rushed. I have that UGH feeling. LOL
I need to rest.
Oh, I didn't know you don't get on here at work anymore. I do know alot of jobs don't allow their employees who have access to the internet to get on sites that has nothing to do with work. Other employers only allow you on it at lunch time. They say it takes away from production and costs the company money I guess.
it's not a policy (yet), but we have blogs given to us by the job, and those have policies in place. I don't want anyone getting any bright ideas. This blog is about my life. it's me avoiding the conflict.
You're welcome to post anytime though. :-)
Oh I know I am. Thanks! :o)
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