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My thoughts released; a mind set free |
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These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. ** Image ID #1701066 Unavailable ** |
| It's been a pretty good day. I've been wanting to write a story, just a short one for some time, but I just couldn't get anything going. Today, however, I was thinking about a situation a friend had with a bear many years ago and decided I'd write about it in my blog. Of course, the idea came while I was in town shopping, so I figured I'd forget or lose it by the time I got home. I know, too much negative energy; but that's the way it's been going. But, as I waited in line to pay for my goods, my mind drifted back to the incident and the memories became clearer. I was interrupted my the cashier, "Are you ready to check out?" "Sorry, I stammered." I was a bit embarrassed I'd gotten lost in thought. "That's okay, is everything alright?" "Yeah, I was just thinking about a friend who had a bear break into her house a long time ago." Smiling, she said, "Really? That would be scary." I told her, "Everything worked out alright except for a lot of damage. In fact, after my friend told me, I thought it was kind of funny." By this time I was holding up the line. "I'd like to rear more about it, but it looks like I'm not going to get the chance." I paid her for the items I had and said, "I was thinking of writing a story about it." I stepped out of the way, but she signaled me to wait. "Do you have a few minutes." I nodded and waited off to the side until the customers had finished and left. "So, you're a writer?" I told her I was, but not published. I explained about the site and how I write stories here. She wrote down Writing.Com and my user name after we had talked a bit and told me I better write the bear story so she could find out how it ended. I told her I would write it after I got home. "I like to write, I'll check out the site and who knows?" I don't know if she will check up on the story or not, but maybe she will also join our community. |
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