I believe that when we leave a place a part of it goes with us and part of us remains. Go anywhere in these halls, when it is quiet and just listen. After a while you will hear the echoes of all of our conversations, every thought and word we’ve exchanged. Long after we are gone, our voices will linger in these walls for as long as this place remains. But I will admit that the part of me that going will very much miss the part of you that is staying. – Citizen G’Kar, Babylon5
I have days when I feel like this. :warped:
There are lots of ways of being miserable, but there’s only one way of being comfortable, and that is to stop running round after happiness. If you make up your mind not to be happy there’s no reason why you shouldn’t have a fairly good time. – Edith Wharton
I groused all Summer and most of the Spring because I just wasn’t turning out the writing I had been. I dropped down to word counts in the 100s if anything at all. But this past week, I’ve been getting word counts in the 2100k range again, and I feel better. I have a ton of notes make to work from, too. More words flowing mean that more words are flowing – make sense? It does to me! I even have a review down and have another book off the shelf to read. I’m no longer floating in space. :D Meanwhile, I have something like eighteen shorts in my Apex Online submissions queue…
overheard on the bus on the way home Monday:
:man hooks bicycle to front of bus, removes the high, orange flag, gets on the bus:
me: hysterical laughter, barely contained
preston: :looks at me like oh my dear god because he knew exactly what i was thinking:
me: :through the laughter: it’s the rebels, sir. they’re here.
preston: my god, man, do they want tea?
me: no, but they brought a flag.
both of us: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: