The pen is poised and the hand is waiting
...
Nothing.
The mind bursting with its ideas, frustrations, emotions and visions
Clams up leaving not even the vaguest mist of a thought.
Later.
...
Nothing.
The mind bursting with its ideas, frustrations, emotions and visions
Clams up leaving not even the vaguest mist of a thought.
Later.
TanTrix is vague... you picture helps though...
blah blah blah
sounds like all that poco pomo junk we were over exposed to....
you wanted a comment,you got it bay-beh
Dont expect sweet nothings from me.
I am the next big critic!
nothingness and vagueness in sumthingness is a natural animal feeling...
and u posted a freekin blog on that???
sheeeesh!
hehehe
Grrrr... (Bringing out the heavy artillery... nails and claws and such)
:)
were you having some nasty writer's block? Me thinkest you needed a muse.
I'm so glad to see that that is no longer a problem for you, for I do so enjoy your blog. :)