Sunday, April 6, 2008
Jack of No Trades
Yesterday, I scrubbed two toilets, completed three loads of laundry and stared at my reflection in two freshly glistening mirrors. I was a personal shopper (I am a person), a cook, and a film critic. I was not a writer. During fleeting moments in my head, I wrote on the imaginary paper of my brain. I weighed semi-colons and considered ellipses. I thought flowery language, and I contemplated action verbs, but I was not a writer. I cleaned out my closet and Dust-Busted under the bed. I was a personal chef and a personal planner (again, the person being me), but I was not a writer.
It is 8:06 on a Sunday night. For a mere paragraph I am a writer. Maybe I will sleep better tonight.
Labels: rant
tidbit posted by Mosa @ 8:08 PM
