Ooo-er Ameah and Jake, I was only having a laugh while I was hanging around. I wasn't being serious nor nothing. Just a bit cold, that's all.
Friday, November 21, 2008
DNF
Do not fret my friends even in lonely times you are not truely alone. the town square may be cold,but is it not winter? Do you stop heating your home because winter comes every year and the cold will be back tomorrow? No, you don't, you keep right on working and looking to the future. Don't get discouraged and just keep writing!
Much love,
Jake B.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Frustration
Oh how delightful to know I am not the only one who writes and ends up wondering why. Is It just my ego wanting to be heard? Is it the genius within noone recognises except myself?
Or is it my inner spirit that drives me on urging me to put pen to paper giving not a jot whether it makes sense, will ever be read or indeed is of any wirth at all.
Is it important to have a reason? I think not...I am suddenly content...thanks to Blogit I have discovered I am not alone upon the sea of life. there are thousands like me...little bits of flotsam floating hither and thither trusting in life to support us.
Oh well...away I go as another wave lifts me up urging me on.
So Sha...my friends out there in Blogit land.
Ameah
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The Empty Square
It's gettin' way too cold, and people have locked their doors, the town square is desolate, no one seems to come here no more.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Hola everyone!
So I'm just new to blogit, can anybody tell me how to go about things? :) Do visit my journal!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
dear frinds, i have sent a new entry before one hour, no one has seen it till now but i am enjoying the site ,this place really wonderfull. blogit is doing very good community service. thanks to blog it.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I want to be a writer, but I have no readers...
It's like having a coffee shop without coffee.
It's like having a store with no customers.
It's like having a stroke without a heart.
It's like having a thought, without a brain.
I'm working on my third novel. My second one is posted on my Blog for people to buy. And writing has to be one of the hardest businesses to tap into, especially if you're not in New York, and suck at networking. I'm a writer dammit, that is what I tell myself. Yet, everyday I mindlessly go to work at a telecom company, installing ckts and helping customers run their business, while I myself have yet to become known in mine.
I want to be a writer, but I have no readers...
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Sunday, June 15, 2008
Rushing Through Life
We all rush through life in a great hurry.
Every new corner turned adds more worry.
We think we have all of this time to press,
Over-scheduling things and over-loading with stress.
Walking through crowded corridors with a push and a shove.
Not taking time to notice someone that we love.
Quickly grabbing a doughnut, candy bar or coke.
Passing by a friend as they’ve started to choke.
Taking anti-depressants to make us happy.
Popping other pills that make us feel crappy.
Making money holds our sole devotion.
Forget about great trees and the blue ocean.
Everyone reaching for prestige and power.
How many truly stop to smell a flower?