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Work in Progress Wednesday!
Jun. 26th, 2019 02:53 pmHELLO!
How are you? How are things going? Working on anything fun?
The world is burning and everything is awful and I constantly worry about humanity as a whole, but I am going to be like the band on the Titanic and just play the fuckin' instrument until we all fall into the rising tides and drown. Or whatever.
But, for myself, I've been feeling likeWhat am I doing? How am I spending my time and how can I use it better? And that brings me to writing. Which always seems like such a selfish occupation. Something I do for myself to keep sane. Then I read this from Neil Gaiman:
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And now onto it, for there are stories to be told. Things to be made. Life to go on and ways we can carry on.
Lets share. Give us what you're creating, look upon what I've been doing (under the cut) to occupy my time when I'm not weeping for the planet and all its people. Let's build each other up.
( My Craftiness is Geektastic )
And, since I started this post iin such a downer, I'll now end with sharing with you My Happy Place and Your Reward for Getting Shit Done:
♥♥♥ I love him so much! ♥♥♥
How are you? How are things going? Working on anything fun?
The world is burning and everything is awful and I constantly worry about humanity as a whole, but I am going to be like the band on the Titanic and just play the fuckin' instrument until we all fall into the rising tides and drown. Or whatever.
But, for myself, I've been feeling like
“My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.”
♥♥♥
And now onto it, for there are stories to be told. Things to be made. Life to go on and ways we can carry on.
Lets share. Give us what you're creating, look upon what I've been doing (under the cut) to occupy my time when I'm not weeping for the planet and all its people. Let's build each other up.
( My Craftiness is Geektastic )
And, since I started this post iin such a downer, I'll now end with sharing with you My Happy Place and Your Reward for Getting Shit Done:
♥♥♥ I love him so much! ♥♥♥
