Friday, February 1

it's funny how you can spend all day dwelling on a feeling, but when you decide that you should try to write it out, it swims in too deep to be caught by words. you sit not so patiently, hands on keyboard, waiting for it to tug on the line and be brought to the surface. nets and hooks can't catch it, minutes tick by and the feeling starts taunting you, visible but unexplainable. like describing a colour...
goodness i'm tired. 45mins spent writing this, writing and rewriting and deleting and rearranging and deleting... seems like such a waste...

2 Comments:

Blogger observer said...

Never a waste. I love the analogy you've got there.
I also loved the marbles post but I was too tired to write about it at the time.
You've got a wonderful gift there.

11:38 pm, February 01, 2008  
Blogger Frances bo bancess said...

thank you observer, it's always fantastic having you here. leaves me with, lacking better comparison, warm fuzzies.thanks for hanging 'round.
keep on keeping on =)

3:40 pm, February 02, 2008  

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