New Muse music.
So sorry to be a liar. I did get some (well, maybe a page or two) of Cancer Cafe written. And it is no where near good enough to put here for people to read.
On the other hand, thanks to a dream, I have gotten much farther in Spero. As always, it is going in a different direction than what was previously thought. I think this way is better.
Thanks also to Mom for reading the National Geographic and adding to my inspiration.
There will be a post soon of what I have so far. Aren't you glad that I've gone from Bus Stories (My first actual brilliant idea) to Cancer Cafe (something that barely got off the ground) to Spero which is where this blog started? I'm sorry that I am one of those people who has trouble staying on one track.
I just read the two most current entries from Cousin Jamie's blog. I cried. I am now feeling a little less cheerful, but at the same time I am so glad that her testimony is so strong that she hasn't let this experience shatter her faith.
Oh to be in the computer lab again. Where will I spend my days this semester? Here? Or will I find some cozy corner and read? Or will I bring my laptop and spend lots of time searching for an outlet?
Who knows. There are so many possibilities.
A small part of me likes this new feeling. I like Fall semester much more than Winter semester. There is such a promise of awesome things to come.
-Halloween
-Fall
-Thanksgiving
-Christmas
-Snow
-Leaves
-The Renaissance Festival
-The Pumpkin Festival (maybe if I have time)
Those are just some of the things.
Time to find something else to do.
Mottled Light
the way my mind feels sometimes, waiting for a breakthrough.
