And then the rain came, and everything melted and slushed and turn cold and nasty, and I holed up in my little corner and tried to forget that my snowglobe is broken.
posted by Tracey @ 12:20 AM
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Between Drafts
Life is what happens to a writer between drafts.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
The rain fell and froze into little balls of crystal ice, hanging on every branch and bush, and the snow came and frosted the world and as I stood at my window it seemed I was living in a snowglobe, a beautifully frosted, crystal world, and when things get shaken up it's okay, because everything settles down again and looks gorgeous and peaceful in the meanwhile.
And then the rain came, and everything melted and slushed and turn cold and nasty, and I holed up in my little corner and tried to forget that my snowglobe is broken.
And then the rain came, and everything melted and slushed and turn cold and nasty, and I holed up in my little corner and tried to forget that my snowglobe is broken.
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Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.
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