Marrying George Clooney

best picture:
PRECIOUS.
just watched it.
OMG
OMG
i love kathyrn bigelow. i do.
but lee daniels.
OMG.
PRECIOUS.
wow.
hands down.

oh good god.
there are things, many, that i am not good at.
haiku being one of them.
but somehow when it’s in the middle of the night, i don’t fret like i do during the day. i don’t wonder or worry or care so much.
i’m in a stuper. so, i jot down something…

trying to decide what it is i really want to write about next. i think all writers go through a similar worry/fear/wonder.
mostly it comes from thinking you’re writing for someone else. approval. that’s a big one. what would my publisher like, what would my agent like, my editor? my husband? my friends?
should i write a mother/daughter story? the end of love affair?
a woman waiting in a hotel room for her lover to show up? a woman who realizes she’s no longer happy and wants to explore life?

a coloring book?
a pop up book?
a diary?

i wait for the moment that i get to say AH.
and then i think, i hope to god i’m not on the phone or fidgeting on facebook when that moment comes. i hope i can hear it, and pay attention to it loudly and clearly and be ready to jump in.

god. lost my new post, poufffff. gone,

ether bound

sprung forward. still dark.

ambiened.

i heart sleep more then i need a pencil.