What I'm Doing: NOT writing.
I ganked this from another of my blogs, because I'm deleting it as useless and didn't want to lose the post.
song of the day: Enya - Wild Child
|Enya - Wild Child|
|Found at bee mp3 search engine|
Just finished reading Sebastian and Belladonna by Anne Bishop. The world in those two novels is broken, shattered into pieces, and a person can only venture into a landscape that resonates with their heart.
It made me wish that our landscapes were shattered, so that I wouldn't need to search for my heart's hope.
I could simply step across a bridge and find myself wherever I was most needed to be.
I've also got two lines of story that need to be written, but I don't know who it's for.
I can walk in the places between worlds.
I was born to keep the balances.