Tears for Heaven
Monday, February 09, 2009 Edit This 0 Comments »
I had a good cry last night. It was wonderful. I had been holding it in for a while. And I am sure there will be plenty more tears to come as I begin to work through everything that is bottled up inside. I've also decided after talking with my mom that it might be a good idea to begin counseling again. Mostly for grief, but I am hoping it can help with some other things I am trying to deal with as well. Since when did life become so difficult to live?
I think that is really just the way it is. In any case, my cry gave me an excellent piece or two of inspiration for a couple of stories. I plan on updating my Writer's Block a little later in the week, if I get time to write, which I am really hoping for. I hate just storing things in my head...I tend to forget bits and pieces that could be really important or little scenes that really breathe life into the text. But we shall see what happens.
To me, this story idea is begging to be written, it wants to tear my heart out and the heart of those who read it. And I want to write it, I feel like I have to write it in order to hold on to something, in order keep the memory slices in tact, forever. I feel like this is the story I am supposed to write right now. And the other ones that want to be told seem fairly content with waiting in the wings for the time being.
*Miss Desi*
Listening to: "White Horse" Taylor Swift
Mood: Chill
I think that is really just the way it is. In any case, my cry gave me an excellent piece or two of inspiration for a couple of stories. I plan on updating my Writer's Block a little later in the week, if I get time to write, which I am really hoping for. I hate just storing things in my head...I tend to forget bits and pieces that could be really important or little scenes that really breathe life into the text. But we shall see what happens.
To me, this story idea is begging to be written, it wants to tear my heart out and the heart of those who read it. And I want to write it, I feel like I have to write it in order to hold on to something, in order keep the memory slices in tact, forever. I feel like this is the story I am supposed to write right now. And the other ones that want to be told seem fairly content with waiting in the wings for the time being.
*Miss Desi*
Listening to: "White Horse" Taylor Swift
Mood: Chill
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