Once she was here.
Solid, waiting, the very air redolent with her presence, her essense.
Objects appeared brighter, limned by her aura, words as a flood.
Now, I sit at the keyboard, and everything I type is trite, hacked, boring - even this.
What is up with this writers block? Honestly.
Ta
-jake
2 comments:
Seriously, I don't think anything you write could ever be "trite, hacked, boring"!
You and your boys have given some great talks the past couple of weeks! Is Q worried that he'll be next? :)
Thanks Cari.
I've been impressed with the boys, not only because the of the great talks they've given, but because S & C asked to speak, and TK jumped at the chance when President Jensen asked.
I don't think Q is hoping to speak, nor will he ask, but he'll get his chance once he's a deacon - as will your C of course.
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