Oh, to be in a cabin on a mountainside surrounded by woods, staring out at the morning whilst sipping my coffee... I'm as close to that as I can be in Kansas, sitting instead in front of a computer writing as I take my daily dose of caffeine. At least there are mountains painted on my mug. A thought, err musing, crossed my mind this morning as I laid in bed snoozing since I had the leisure for once. It's something I've puzzled over for quite a while now. I know before I kvetched about the ...
Kate DiCamillo
There is Still Hope
Sometimes I feel like a broken record, that I continuously repeat myself, that each of these musings always return to the same concluding thought, each woven with the same thread, tying them together in what I aspire is a complete tapestry of my thoughts, my desires. Although, I think I’m really like a dragon who is just obsessed with one jewel, and thus my musings are my observations of beholding different facets of my fascination, my muse. Unfortunately, if I am repeating myself, if I am ...
