use your words

...that's the message i'm working with right now.

so i need to write. often. i need to finish one of these half-assed projects that's been rolling around in my head for the past few years.

i suppose that's all well and good. at least it would be if i weren't so...

frustrated
overstimulated
fiercely impatient
overfed
insatiable
tired
cranky
temperamental
dissatisfied
hot (as in warm. literally.)

...aching like a starving goddess with no living medium to remember her name.

it's probably underutilized and stagnant creative energy bubbling up to the surface.

i'd like it to shut up and go away. or at least simmer down.

but i suppose i'll have to bear with the discomfort until i determine how i'm going to use it...

thought for the day

my mother is love, sweetness, and abundance. sorceress supreme, nothing breathes or multiplies without her special power.

my father sees to it that his children want for nothing. ultimate father, husband, and politician; silver-tongued charmer so smooth even the baptists had to praise him.

so...

why am i afraid?
why shouldn't i speak my heart's desires?
what could possibly lie before me that is not within my grasp?

i need to remember this on the difficult days...