Reconciled words.

Today I have confidence again.
{i hate admitting that maybe my confidence depends on my success. but that's not that crazy. it does. i am.}


--The only reason he took off points was for LENGTH.--

Triumph!




My words are back.
I missed you, old friends.

Saturday night's alright.

It's weird when you have time to write, but nothing to say.

At least, it's weird for me.

All day long I have essays and poems and theses running through my head.

And all day long I have no time to complete them.

So I do the napkin thing-- grabbing whatever sort of random material that will hold my thoughts temporarily, until I can find a better home for them. Which I rarely do. So they float, half-way between my thought processes, and half-way between the paper I can't seem to ever find; and when the paper is present, the time is lost again.

So here I am, 11:00 on a Saturday night, in my tiny little house, without husband.

I have time and paper--

but no words.

Sorry to disappoint.

But today I'm tired of trying too hard.

Husband blogs. I'm sure you'll read.