Still powerless
Still no power for my laptop. Sucks to be me.
What is worse about all this is that I have some insightful things to share. And some funny things. I guess you could say I've rediscovered my sense of humor these past few months - something long overdue.
I have been attending readings, seminars and workshops. I've learned new things - about myself and my writing. But one thing I have come to realize is that the most poignant things we discover are hidden in the most subtle places. It is not what I'm told that makes huge impressions, but what I am not told - what can not be put into words.
Silence says so much. Absense of commentary says so much. Quiet is an answer. Sometimes, when people are not speaking to me at all, it feels as if they are screaming.
I guess what that boils down to is: Most of what I gather is through desperate self reflection. Sometimes that is all you have to go on.
Anyway - I deeply regret that I have not had the chance to bring my blog friends along on this journey. I've blogged in my head - at night when I lay in bed recapping the day - in classes when there is a lull and I fade into this world of words that is always capturing a moment in voice - in the shower, when walking through the campus - all the time.
I am at the library killing time while my roomate looks something up. Ah - she is done.
I will fill her ear with all the juicy details you won't be privvy to due to a technical error as we walk to our hotel.
Such is circumstance. Take it as you may.
What is worse about all this is that I have some insightful things to share. And some funny things. I guess you could say I've rediscovered my sense of humor these past few months - something long overdue.
I have been attending readings, seminars and workshops. I've learned new things - about myself and my writing. But one thing I have come to realize is that the most poignant things we discover are hidden in the most subtle places. It is not what I'm told that makes huge impressions, but what I am not told - what can not be put into words.
Silence says so much. Absense of commentary says so much. Quiet is an answer. Sometimes, when people are not speaking to me at all, it feels as if they are screaming.
I guess what that boils down to is: Most of what I gather is through desperate self reflection. Sometimes that is all you have to go on.
Anyway - I deeply regret that I have not had the chance to bring my blog friends along on this journey. I've blogged in my head - at night when I lay in bed recapping the day - in classes when there is a lull and I fade into this world of words that is always capturing a moment in voice - in the shower, when walking through the campus - all the time.
I will fill her ear with all the juicy details you won't be privvy to due to a technical error as we walk to our hotel.
Such is circumstance. Take it as you may.


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