Have you ever been overcome by the powerful urge to write? and finally find the time to sit down and write only to discover you really have nothing important or profound to say?
yeah, i'm having one of those kind of days.
i guess sometimes i forget how lucky i am that i can express myself through words. there are lots of people who dislike writing (and reading for that matter). i can't imagine who i would be without writing. what would i be without words? yeah, people don't always laugh at my clever jokes (well, i think they're clever), but i still get a kick out of the enjoyment of finding words to make people laugh (every blue moon when they actually get my joke; jake says i don't let the joke marinate, but i can't wait forever)
i'm once again stuck in the rut i find myself in come October every year. the uncontrollable desire for magic in my life. (what does this have to do with writing? stick around and find out :p) i'm reading a series about a girl who's grown up in the Wicca religion and finds herself questioning whether or not it's true.
i kind of got knocked off track. my thought train wrecked and i forgot what i came here to say. the urge is still there, and well, if i get a ticket for that train again, i promise to let you know all about the journey and destination. until then, Merry Part ;)
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