I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Spending Sunday

Not doing what I had planned, but fortunately I am writing. Or, actually, editing. I'm now over halfway through Bladesman. Which is a good thing.

So I'm doing good, I think. Added about a thousand words so far. Maybe deleted about 500 to 800. Here's to keepin' on keepin' on.

3 comments:

Merrie Haskell said...

Woo, woo!

Merrie Haskell said...

Pfft, Merrie Fuller, whoever THAT is.

Steve Buchheit said...

Who was that masked poster? She rode into town to woo woo, and then left us a silver bullet and rode out.