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I just spent half an hour reading Psalms. I've felt far from God lately--my fault; there are things I'm stubbornly refusing to let go of, and probably daily I wonder what would happen if Christ would return right now and find me thinking these things--and I wanted to find something validating. The Psalms are a gift that way; clearly, I'm not the only one who's ever felt like this.
Now that I've gotten the bulk of my applications done, I feel unproductive all the time. I've been reading blogs and websites obsessively lately, I think because I'm bored. Update more, friends. Update five or six times a day so I have something to do. Thanks.
I tend toward living in the past; my thoughts stray backward, where it's safe or, at the very least, familiar, and of late my dreams have all been about people and times from way-back-when. (And about my teeth falling out. I get those really frequently.) There are a lot of things that I miss, and I feel like this is a time when I should be excited about the future. I'm not, really.
Lately I haven't been able to write anything new, but select words keep playing around in my head and it's weird, to want to write a story based on a word instead of like ... an idea. Or a plot. Plots are always good. But I keep coming back to (and then finding myself unable to do anything with) the river (as in poker), fidelity, obedience, class (as in classy, not as in school), loyalty, insularity. And, mostly, gwai lo.
Also, I want to push myself to write a story where everything takes place in the present tense. I don't think I'm good enough to do that; everything I've ever written has relied on background and memory and past. Nothing's ever been a 'story' in the sense that things just happen.
Why is it eighty degrees on December 2nd? I hate San Diego.
And, finally and most important: the Mercury News Wishbook is out (http://www.mercurynews.net/wishbook/2006). Christmas is a really, really good time to make donations or to do something charitable.
Now that I've gotten the bulk of my applications done, I feel unproductive all the time. I've been reading blogs and websites obsessively lately, I think because I'm bored. Update more, friends. Update five or six times a day so I have something to do. Thanks.
I tend toward living in the past; my thoughts stray backward, where it's safe or, at the very least, familiar, and of late my dreams have all been about people and times from way-back-when. (And about my teeth falling out. I get those really frequently.) There are a lot of things that I miss, and I feel like this is a time when I should be excited about the future. I'm not, really.
Lately I haven't been able to write anything new, but select words keep playing around in my head and it's weird, to want to write a story based on a word instead of like ... an idea. Or a plot. Plots are always good. But I keep coming back to (and then finding myself unable to do anything with) the river (as in poker), fidelity, obedience, class (as in classy, not as in school), loyalty, insularity. And, mostly, gwai lo.
Also, I want to push myself to write a story where everything takes place in the present tense. I don't think I'm good enough to do that; everything I've ever written has relied on background and memory and past. Nothing's ever been a 'story' in the sense that things just happen.
Why is it eighty degrees on December 2nd? I hate San Diego.
And, finally and most important: the Mercury News Wishbook is out (http://www.mercurynews.net/wishbook/2006). Christmas is a really, really good time to make donations or to do something charitable.
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