I Write, I Edit, I Write Again. Witness!
We're Making Better Words, All of Them, Better Words.
I Write to Burn Off the Crazy.
A Good Day Writing is a Day Writing.
It Puts the Words on the Page or it Gets the Hose Again.
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On that day the world lost its shine. The world was still there and she was still in it, but everything was dull and two-dimensional. Everything that she saw was either a reminder of her sorrow or nothing. One phrase just repeating over and over in her mind’s ear, No shine. Even the concept of happiness was something that was a far off memory, and it was impossible to imagine getting back to a place where things mattered. She wondered how feeling sorrow or despair was of evolutionary benefit. Her emotions had always run too deep, and had broken her many times. Eventually the pieces had mended, though each mending left her more fragile than the last. A piece left behind at each damaging event; this time something critical to the repair was missing. She didn’t feel like a human, but an alien made entirely of emotions sent here to a world of daily tragedy to suffer for some forgotten crime. Though maybe she was human after all, just born with a fatal defect, a pathological empathy, that hadn’t fully manifested until now. Perhaps she was normal, and just metamorphosing into one of those adults with the hollow eyes. The ones that lived productive, joyless lives devoid of frivolity. Zombies paying bills, washing clothes, getting their oil changed, performing the drudgery of existence without actually living. Now that was her, forcing her body into motions that accomplished tasks. Every action devoid of animus. Perhaps time would fill the void within her, plump her up like straw in a scarecrow, and if not mend her, at least make her a semblance of a person again. Perhaps not. Keep Writing and Edit On.
I Write, I Edit, I Write Again. Witness! We're Making Better Words, All of Them, Better Words. I Write to Burn Off the Crazy. A Good Day Writing is a Day Writing. It Puts the Words on the Page or it Gets the Hose Again.
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