(echoes from my so-blogged life)
All writing is therapy.And therapy, sometimes, is torture.But I lift my pen with a sighAnd write, all the same.
So true! I attended a 6 week writing workshop once, and it was simultaneously torturous and the most fulfilling thing I'd ever done.
What is going on in your second photo!?
You can't read what I write,Unless you know my ABC's.I could teach you outright,Or you can recite along with me.My life lived is the book I pen:A page a day is all I need.I know ahead how each will end:I pen by thought, by word, by deed.[I like what you capture with your camera.]
Writing isn't Therapy because you don't pay by the hour (which is really 50 minutes). :-PTherapy is usually torture. Nothing worth having is free.Speaking of free, who in the second picture is caged in, the people and cars or the photographer?~BPP
keep it up(I'm in a funk, so that was for me, too)
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So true! I attended a 6 week writing workshop once, and it was simultaneously torturous and the most fulfilling thing I'd ever done.
What is going on in your second photo!?
You can't read what I write,
Unless you know my ABC's.
I could teach you outright,
Or you can recite along with me.
My life lived is the book I pen:
A page a day is all I need.
I know ahead how each will end:
I pen by thought, by word, by deed.
[I like what you capture with your camera.]
Writing isn't Therapy because you don't pay by the hour (which is really 50 minutes). :-P
Therapy is usually torture. Nothing worth having is free.
Speaking of free, who in the second picture is caged in, the people and cars or the photographer?
~BPP
keep it up
(I'm in a funk, so that was for me, too)
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