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Dark Days of Summer
2006-12-20 02:28I love these times when winds blow strong and clouds hang low to darken temperate days. For me this season is made by the tree, pointed, deep green and glittering, lit from deep within with the promise of nights watching the glow sparkle and shift, illuminating the room first one way, then another.
But none of that today. Instead I got to fill out forms. Joy! Ah, but at least I have been productive lately. I almost feel... proud. Last night I produced 424 words of story outline (not exactly a new story - had it in mind a year or two ago and now rejuvenated), plus 294 words of actual story written today. It is a Christmas story. I suppose it is too late to be starting one of those, really, but the idea only came to me today, so what am I going to do?
It is very late and I really ought to be going to bed now. Everyone on my Friends list has my sincere apologies for not having the time to even read your entries for a while yet. Good night, good night.
But none of that today. Instead I got to fill out forms. Joy! Ah, but at least I have been productive lately. I almost feel... proud. Last night I produced 424 words of story outline (not exactly a new story - had it in mind a year or two ago and now rejuvenated), plus 294 words of actual story written today. It is a Christmas story. I suppose it is too late to be starting one of those, really, but the idea only came to me today, so what am I going to do?
It is very late and I really ought to be going to bed now. Everyone on my Friends list has my sincere apologies for not having the time to even read your entries for a while yet. Good night, good night.
