it is asking me what is on my mind, a lot is on my mind. Fears, pondering ideas, questions, wonderment, dreams, desires, hopes, thoughts all part of the same, whole together. I have been writing some again. I began something "Only because of what Obama said..." dealing with Zimmerman, but not sure if I will finish it and declare it. Wrote on feelings, interests, dreams and concerns I think little. Wrote things to say and remember to say and not let inhibition stop me while not letting word destroy other concepts in life. Wrote a little the Supreme Court and the whole thing about gay marriage (it is, my writing, somewhat satirical, but my own thoughts) but will never share that. Words about how happy I was that a couple students mentioned my name in their thanks at graduation. In other-words by darn journey book be it my black notebook or my tablet. All I know is I need to force myself to write about something I love again, my story, my planet, Binara. I will force myself to do it, but it must be a force with a willingness and desire to do so not an overbearing force or else. There are some parts that scare me to write, mostly the stories of Laokin and what ever his eventual wide is named (I cannot remember right now) and Logoryth and Ameirael. They are stories of love and relationship, something I have little comprehension of, alas. I am still thinking hard about how to handle the Safarit section as well dealing with things that I want to seem more like Tolkien then CS Lewis, but ponder if I can. And how to deal with Argo and it not offend people. The stories are real in my head as if they were real story in life, a life far from here. oh well. I really think I should finish the zimmerman thought and then move to the next step, Binara. of course, Binara (Ahblahim) is story that will last, some contemplation on a stupid trial and peoples reaction with only be but a 15 minutes of time in my life
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 00:50:36 +0000
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