Monday, August 4, 2008
should wear gloves
the upside of poison ivy, or whatever the culprit might be, is that it comes in handy, when my son acts up, I merely try to touch him, and he runs screaming. My enjoyment of doing so inspired Cheese to say "YOU are sooo immature, seriously YOU are like a 3 year old". Umhmm, tis true, but well he shouldn't dish it, if he can't take it.
Oh yeah that is today's official activity, writing, writing, writing.
To ignore the insecurities and go forward.
I have piles of books around me now, good ones to read parts of and teaching ones, to try and help me gain some knowledge to improve my work. But attempting to learn from them isn't my goal today, first I need to get the entire thing down on paper. The book piles are meant as encouragement, like a talisman kept near, that wont ward off bad writing, but if (when) I unlock its magic, might (will) help me find a cure for it. So when I get nervous seeing illness in my text, I can look over at the piles and say "it is okay, keep going, we shall find a cure later"
best I should be doing that, off I go