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Not Your Autum Wind
5 · Apr · 2007
Recently I have been given around 4 hours on Mondays and Thursdays to myself.
No husband.
No baby.
No agenda except to write, of course. Not having had any ( and I do mean ANY) time to think for the last year has done a number on me.
I find myself overwhelmed by the silence of the library. I find myself quite full of thoughts and emotions that I didn’t know where there. Music is to me today like a hot knife to butter.
The good news is that this is the kind of feeling an artist hopes for. So much to say. The bad news is I don’t know where to begin.
I’m like a laptop that has been laying around unopened for months. All those emails and podcasts piling up. I don’t know whether that’s a promise of good things to come or a warning.
Posted by Penny Rene at April 5, 2007 03:45 PM
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The fever signifies a deeper infection. I see you twisting in your chair unable to stop bouncing your leg. You should look further inside. Maybe peyote is the answer..
Libraries alwasy make me want to scream.
When I was 16 I used to hang out at the OU library in Norman. I would spend hours researching erotic material: the forbidden relationships between nuns, and various works of Marquis De Sade.
Posted by: Sky on April 9, 2007 06:53 AM
Ah, the grass is always greener. . . we are never satisfied, are we? I live in a library (well have over this past year) and I'd give anything to be out and about. It's been very isolating for me. I miss seeing people. Yeah, I'll quit whining now and get back to my homework! Ha! This too shall pass, right?
Posted by: Kimmy on April 10, 2007 07:15 PM