I'm glad I decided to check at Amazon. My cards were sitting in my mailbox all this time.
"There you are!"
Yeah, I forgot the rule: if I don't force myself to put down some words, they just won't come at all.
I keep looking for value.
"What? Are you talking about the cards, or the words?
Heh, I suppose it could apply to both, but I was talking about the words. I slip into thinking that what I write ought to mean something. As opposed to, you know, commenting on the overcast morning and the lovely springtime breezes. So, I decide not to bother to sit down and write something out. But when I give in to that, then I just never write anything. And although that might be best, I still have that thing, that bug, I want to something down. Anything. Just to do it.
"Funny, it wasn't long ago, as I recall, that you were perfectly content to fall into a 'dormant season', as you put it, I think. You were quite willing to go silent and maybe wait for months until another blurty mood came upon you. Is that not so?"
Yes, I remember. I guess I was feeling pretty serene, zen-like, and I was cool with letting things be.
"What are feeling now?"
More high-strung: like when you go to bed but you just know that you will not be able to sleep. So, as long as I am up, in a sense, why not work out my brain a little bit.
"There you are!"
Yeah, I forgot the rule: if I don't force myself to put down some words, they just won't come at all.
I keep looking for value.
"What? Are you talking about the cards, or the words?
Heh, I suppose it could apply to both, but I was talking about the words. I slip into thinking that what I write ought to mean something. As opposed to, you know, commenting on the overcast morning and the lovely springtime breezes. So, I decide not to bother to sit down and write something out. But when I give in to that, then I just never write anything. And although that might be best, I still have that thing, that bug, I want to something down. Anything. Just to do it.
"Funny, it wasn't long ago, as I recall, that you were perfectly content to fall into a 'dormant season', as you put it, I think. You were quite willing to go silent and maybe wait for months until another blurty mood came upon you. Is that not so?"
Yes, I remember. I guess I was feeling pretty serene, zen-like, and I was cool with letting things be.
"What are feeling now?"
More high-strung: like when you go to bed but you just know that you will not be able to sleep. So, as long as I am up, in a sense, why not work out my brain a little bit.