October 4, 2002
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*In the woods, listening to Savage Garden…
my love is like water
pinned down and abused
for being strange…
i’ve often tried to hold the sea
the sun the fields the sky
I went to the bookstore yesterday. Just a Fnac, coffee shop attached, the icon of Brazilian intellectual-lite bliss that comforts me, square glasses all around , and all. In trying to look for a book that would resonate with all my inclinations… I failed.
I’ve been getting that lately, gentle reader.
I can no longer go into bookstores seeking out a book written out in my voice. Because it will never be there, not until I find my voice and write it. I suppose I’ll have to write an opus or two. The hardest part, as a friend pointed out, is that I do tend to try to hold that sea — my writing suffers from an inability to focus, detail one life experience at a time.
Damn it!
Comments (7)
To the research of the impossible , it is what I understand Shy . But my understanding should be wrong.
Amitié
Michel
very well said!
have a nice weekend, lotus!
Awwww thats too bad!! With time, you’ll find your voice and writing will be so much more easier. Good luck!
Amour
Hollie
once again a very deep blog honey.
sorry haven’t been in touch lately……seems u r in search for deep things pal….i am waiting for the day u write yr voice….go on all luck with u!
Very nice weekend to you ,Shy.
Love Savage Garden!!!!
As for your ability to write… let me tell you i was wandering in the same waters until i gave up writing at all…
My stuff is still somewhere in the closet waiting for me to decide to go back. In all the stories i’ve started writing, only one i was able to finish, and yet, every time i read it, i hate it completely because i only see so much more work that could be done there. I’m guessing you go through the same.
Don’t worry, when your inner voice comes loud enough where she’ll say it’s time, then you’ll definetely write!