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I hear the stars singing

Glorious song from of old.

I behold the moon giving light

To all the children of the night

They who can never stop listening.

The wind comes to me

Faintly, as I lie in the grass

Of the silent mountain clearing, faintly;

A taste of a sweetness beyond.

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A whisper, a rumor

A shadow and reflection

Of the beautiful country.

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Aug. 1, 2009

Hmmm.... thinking....

Voiced in Writing
Writing is a pickle.  Literally.  It's got a smooth skin with an interesting bumpy texture, and when you bite into it it's sour, and yet you still want to eat more of it. 

Wow, I didn't think I'd come up with that good of an illustration on a whim. 

Anyways, writing has been just like that: I am wearing myself out by writing too much, and forcing myself to write even when I don't want to, and thinking that I can't do anything except write.  And yet when I tell myself I should take a break, I can't -- I'm addicted to a pickle. 

Surprisingly, though writing fanfiction helped for a little bit, I now have that feeling you get when you eat too much chocolate -- stuffed with fluff, and not enough veggies.  I love writing fanfiction, but I can't get over the nagging feeling that it's going nowhere. 

I posted a post on my LiveJournal a few days ago that ties into this issue, and I would be pleased if y'all would read it.  It explains something I've realized with my writing style -- something that I find highly disturbing. 

I hope this post makes sense.  I wrote it on a whim, and it's yet to be determined whether my bleak outlook is the product of reality, or merely the result of a dreadful case of heartburn. 


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Aug. 2, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Voiced by cinderellagirl14
Oh yes it most certainly makes sense!!! I feel like that alot, but in a different kind of way. As if some of the things I write have absolutely no point to them, so why do I write them? Writing was better when we were younger.......

Caio,
Tori
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Aug. 3, 2009 - Hallo!

Voiced by LadyWillow
Hmmm...yes, that sounds like something of a problem...if you haven't already, I'd say talk to your mom about it.

And here's my suggestion (totally optional): Stop writing completely for at least a week. Sure, do your school assignments, blog, and journal every day, but also do some things that you haven't done for a while, like painting a watercolor (no, you may not paint a picture of me as a zombie who's telling you what to do), making a few pressed flowers, or playing a game of twister or chess with sis or dad.

Of course, you don't have to do anything at all! This was just a suggestion. Hope it helps, at least a little bit.

And yes, I recognized Sherlock Holmes in an instant. *jumps up and down waving her limbs* Do I get a cookie? A virtual one? Cool!! *plops down happily to eat her cookie*

Love you lots, and God bless.

Leesie

Edited by LadyWillow on Aug. 3, 2009 at 10:34 AM
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Aug. 5, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Voiced by Felicia
Of course it makes sense! I know how you feel, and I agree. Writing is a pickle that a whole lot of us are addicted to. ;)
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Aug. 10, 2009 - Untitled Comment

Voiced by Anonymous
Get off of that pickle!!!!! If I was your family I would take away your writing materials and make you fast from writing until you were no longer addicted to it and only enjoyed it as a part time hobby!
Well, I dearly hope you get off of that pickle soon!

God's blessings,

Taylor
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