Fourth of July

[shiredancer]

Fireworks are just so fucking splendid. We trundled ourselves to the beach tonight, after a dreary, fog-ridden day (not unusual for summer in Santa Barbara), hauling our chairs and blankets and -- guilty pleasure -- KFC for dinner. My sister hooted and hollered over every explosion, my daughter complained about the noise, my husband kept up a running commentary... and I sat in open-mouthed silence, which is typical of how I like to enjoy such things. I found myself wishing I could be there all alone, just once, but I really wouldn't trade any of them

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No writing here...

[indigo-moon.livejournal.com]

So this thread is over a week old...sorry to respond so late, but with my work/travel schedule, my private internet access time has been spotty at best.

I just wanted to let you know that you and Chrysti are not the only non-writers around here. I definitely fall into that mix, at least when it comes to creative writing. Back in the day, I could write college papers that stood side by side with the best of them.

I've actually never tried my hand at fiction. I wonder if anything good would come of it. I have been tempted, but I don't even know where to start. I keep thinking of a concert I saw about 10 years ago. Arlo Guthrie. He was just an amazing storyteller. He talked about how songs were floating out there on the breezes, just waiting to be picked out. He pittied anyone who was stuck downwind of Bob Dylan, since all of the good songs would already be gone. That's how I feel when it comes to thinking of something to write...stuck downwind of Daisy, Lobellia, Adrienne, etc. Everytime I think there is nothing left out there, one of those ladies manages to pull something out of the air. I am in awe.

To be honest, I'm surprised at myself for even starting a LJ to begin with. I'm all visual, so a journal is a real stretch for me.

It's been a fun stretch, though.