Don't you hate it when you read other people's blogs/stories/writings and the power of their words or their images makes you feel totally inadequate? Sometimes that happens to me. But part of my growing up process is to take their words and let them shape me. Let them affect me. In essence, recognize and validate other people's strengths while not self-diminishing my own.
Ew! I was just sitting here and a gigantic fly landed on the moniter. It crawled upwards and creeped me out because it reminded me of the fly on the movie The Ring. I hate that movie. It makes me cry from fear, and that big fly comes out of the tv. Yucky!!! And that reminds me how much I do NOT want to see the new movie The Descent. It has darkness, enclosed spaces, and lack of air. No, no, no.... Not going to see it. (I have to be obstinate because my family finds humor in renting freaky movies and watching me cry when the creepy, choppy girl crawls out of the tv and kills people by doing something which the audience isn't quite clear on...)
Okay, back on track. So writing. Is eloquence learned or inborn? I want that. Eloquence, I mean. How can I write a post about strip malls and make it sound like poetry? Just kidding. I have to say, I think I'm pretty dang lucky to have a lot of English majors around to help and influence me. Will some of you do my homework for me too? Just kidding!!! Geez.
Well, I'm off to bed. Hope tomorrow is humptastic for all...