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"Power lines, my travlin' partner on this ride. Dripping, pulling - up and down, in this sing song, their lullaby blends with the swaying train. I curl myself into this journey; folding myself up into this pocket of time. Old familiars greet me - that swing set in the back yard, the ruins of an old church covered in new birth and old - mixed with unremembered newness." Journal Entry, October 13, 2005~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~All words are copyrighted by GoGo on a Page/gogoroku.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Channeling Direction

She has rewritten this sentence five or six times, writing micro bursts of thoughts. She has watched the cursor blinking, getting lost in the beat. She has asked herself a hundred times “what am I writing today?” About the finale of the semester where projects and time are racing one another to the finish line? About daydreaming of her garden or books she will read once she crosses? Perhaps she should write about the direction of her academic/career goals, or how this semester is turning out?

She has asked herself repeatedly, “what do I need to say?” What direction is she going? And why her mind can’t seem to find a place to stay? Met with the off beat of this cursor, she decided she must be all typed out today.



Blogger Laini said...

Ah, I remember the finish line of the end of a semester, and the delicious anticipation of having time to read what I wanted, to go to movies, to do nothing... Hope you have a fabulous break (if I'm interpreting this post correctly) and catch up on things you really want to do. Spanish proverb: Ah, to do nothing all day and then rest afterwards!"

2:18 AM, March 23, 2006  

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