one day I will stop
the words frozen in their tracks
It’s weird seeing the sunshine creeping through right there. I keep wondering what reflection I’m missing. Are the blinds drawn back somewhere?
I’ve given myself a deadline on posting my next Listworthy fella– his birthday. And it’s fast approaching. The problem with this one is that there’s huge potential that he might actually read it and I’m a little nervous about it. I don’t know why. It’s not as if I haven’t written off the cuff stuff to him that he hasn’t read. But perhaps it’s easier to laugh about it when it’s 140 characters or less. But an essay of sorts? Will it cast me in a creepy light? I’d so hate that! I don’t think I’m creepy but focusing on a person as I do with my Listworthy posts seems a little quirky, doesn’t it?
Oh well, I’m not going to stress about it too much. I’m going to finish up the essay, get someone to read it, edit it if necessary, then post it for the world to see. I will work on it this weekend.