I have been somewhat lost as of late, whimsy has left the comforting frontal lobes of my mind and tucked itself away to recesses unknown. It pops out every once in a while, allowing me to know that my fool is still lurking.
On the writing front, stories have been sprinkling their sparkles over my brain when I sleep -- there is a lot of dancing and I just happened to write two poems last week (thanks for the faith, Aaron, Bea and Tony).
On the short story front, I still have some in the editing pool, some that have been waiting, patiently for me to do something with them. It might be time to delve back in with a scalpel and see how long it would take for the blood to stain my elbows.
And then, I will search for a home for all of them.
But, speaking of finding the fool, while I won't be looking for it, I will certainly keep my arms open for its return.
7 comments:
Keep listening to that muse, Kara. And if you're looking to jump start some more neurons, stop by 5x5ficton.blogspot.com. I'm accepting subs until May 31st.
YAY! Nice to hear about the poems.
You'll come along, Kara--all in good time.
The fool? I'm right here! :-)
Your fingertips will dance, I know it.
Get those subs out. I always feel better knowing my stories are working for me.
Thanks Tony! But if you have my fool, I'd like it back:P
Angel, I know you posted here, but with the Blogger problems the other day I lost em. I'll pop over to your blog soon to see what's the who with the subtastic extravaganza..
Bea, same goes for Angel, I saw your comments and then Blogger got dumb and I lost them. Thanks for reading my post!! Hope you're doing well!
Never! The fool is mine now. Mwa ha ha ha!
@ Tony -- awww....crap.
Do-do do-do do... *nudge, nudge* :-)
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