5.11.08
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i have a little journal that bullied me for months to just try and come up with an entry good enough to ink-up the beautiful handmade pages. i carried it everywhere with me, with just the right pens, ready for just the right story to start off the process. one afternoon, grabbing the wrong pen, i slipped three pages into the binding and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote venting, frustrated conversation.
next day i wrote on a warm little dock, floating above clear water, in the sun and breeze. algae waved under the water. looking closer, a school shimmered faintly. in the corner of my eye, legs crept up from the hole around a post in the dock. i jumped. breathed. and wrote some more.
six months after, i found just the picture, gluing it to the page, i finally found my perfect opening.
it's a bummer that blogs don't have an opening page that one can skip over, to come back to later on with just the right beginning.
i have a little journal that bullied me for months to just try and come up with an entry good enough to ink-up the beautiful handmade pages. i carried it everywhere with me, with just the right pens, ready for just the right story to start off the process. one afternoon, grabbing the wrong pen, i slipped three pages into the binding and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote venting, frustrated conversation.
next day i wrote on a warm little dock, floating above clear water, in the sun and breeze. algae waved under the water. looking closer, a school shimmered faintly. in the corner of my eye, legs crept up from the hole around a post in the dock. i jumped. breathed. and wrote some more.
six months after, i found just the picture, gluing it to the page, i finally found my perfect opening.
it's a bummer that blogs don't have an opening page that one can skip over, to come back to later on with just the right beginning.
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