write every week

well here i am writing….

you are my life the one who will hold me tight
i dream of you in my sleep wishing you were mine
if only you could see me here
waiting for your love
if only you could here me cry
but i will stand here silently
hopeing that see
and yes i know someday you will leave
but i will wait here fathfully
because at the sound of you vocie
i begin to shake
and when you start to talk to me
i almost begin to stutter
so please wake up and notice me here
waiting for your love…

OK, there is writing for work, but first actually thinking more about the big picture at work would help.
Actually, I was writing just to get in touch with what is going on in my head and steer that toward a positive direction. That was successful. I wrote about every other day for a month. I will now try to identify the misunderstandings of the voice in my head, e.g. “my boss hated my presentation, I am going to play Solitaire” and turn that energy toward writing something real, e.g. “now I know I need to do x for a clearer, more useful presentation”....

I’ve written every week. Much of it good, some of it not so good. But I’m sure it will all improve as I continue to write…
Anyway, I get to write the ‘at your leisure’ page every week for at least the rest of the quarter. While that wouldn’t really count by itself, I’ve been adding bits and pieces to that story… and, I think, will continue to do so for a long time. Until it’s done.
So! Goal completed!

I’m back at RIT, working for the school magazine. I’ll probably write for that a lot. And if I don’t have an article that week, I do have this other thing that I’ve started. So I think I’m set!

I haven’t written a word in months.

I never thought I would write a happy poem. That should teach me to never say never.

I finished my first chapter.

Maybe I’m writing this “book” to myself and shouldn’t have it published. I’m not sure what I have to say is interesting to other people. However, I’ll keep writing it. Very slowly, because every 2 to 5 sentences I have to stop and wipe my tears. Writing about personal stuff, my life, important people, lessons learned… brings me peace and tears. What a combination!

Since posts like this won’t count.

I’m writing a book. This is a project I’ve been meaning to put into practice for a long time.