And now I shall be productive. Productive, productive. Pro-duck. Yes, I'm going to be inspired...now. Because genius is bubbling just beneath the surface. I shall sit with my legs crossed, wearing glasses as an accessory, tapping my pen against my cheek. Then I shall run my fingers through my hair. I have a zit on my head. An under-hair zit. Under where? Underwear. Underoos. Thunder shoes, blunder snooze...
Right. Working hard. Because I have a solid work ethic, and I am not going to be lazy and let my brain meander meander salamander. This is functional, it serves a purpose, and I'm going to go to bed on time. A well-rested brain is a high-functioning brain. High function. High funk. Funkaaaaay.
Filler, filler, something transitional.
And I round third base an head to the final paragraph, hair giraffe. Bringing things full circle, a summation of points. "Point." The tippy-top, the summit, the zenith. The result of all my hard, ethic-induced work. Solid beginning. Substantive body.
Clever, witty ending.
About Me
- Holly
- I'm 38 years old, and over a decade into a time of serious Waiting. Waiting for everything I'd always hoped I'd have. I've had to let go of some dreams, but instead of losing them, it's looking like God is bringing them back with some other long-forgotten dreams in tow. I'm now in the process of exploring things I'd previously ruled out for myself, and they all involve performance or audience interaction somehow. So it appears I'm a ham. Still waiting, still in process, but becoming ever more hopeful. A Christian looking for God in what's real. Trying to figure stuff out. Let me know if you think I'm onto anything.
1 comment:
i see you've read the manual! now throw it away...shelley
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