Writing has somehow become something I used to do rather than something I love. What brought this change and what stemmed and slowed my imagination iI don't know but over time it has come to this that I have to think about what to write the ideas that once flowed freely need to be caught in a net and assembled and directed in order to become a piece of writing. I remember a vine creeping up the side of a wall a living breathing vine that would carefully deliver a young girl creeping out of the window safely to the ground. She would slowly amble over the hill to a wood where she would meet all manner of people from faerie. Where is she! Now to take her place is a hesitant self conscious girl too shy and responsible and careful not to take the smallest of risks. She would never climb out of a wondow nor go exploring at night, there is a world out there that excites her curiousity but not enough for her to take that step into the unknown. Hmmm...she's careless in her own way, this is why she doesn't take risks, clumsy as ever she already has a skill for tripping over her own feet and falling on flat surfaces.

Working at the local library while going to college was a good setup-it help focus her studies and keep her in pennies for stuff. New member wants to join but slighting the younger librarian asks for someone who knows what thay are doing. Bit rude, but I'll get over it. Alicia soon finds he is new in town and drives into college. bit of a rebel in his habits regarding study rooms around the college.

Only these are just ideas of a tired nature, got to find a way to write my bestseller!!

Am currently reading 'The Blind Assassin' by Margaret Atwood, not sure how I feel about this book but I'm sticking with it, see where it leads.

CPR!

Right, write, I've finally made it back! Lost words in flux, more like lost writer in random missingness (that is definitely a word I made up)

Am currently recieving signs and ideas for writing all over the place, from bad movie scripts to bizarre books. So here goes to trying to sign in more often and keeping a heartbeat going on this blog.

why do words taste of lemons?

Aaand we launch again! Wahaay....again.

I called my last blog lost words because i lose my words all the time and can never summon up the right words at the right time until the moment has passed me by and reached the other end of the universe.

Unfortunately for me though this blog took my title literally and actually got lost, so-although i can find it in my history and pull the page up, i can't sign in, update or do anything at all with it but admire how nice it looks (a little frustrating)

but onwards we go with a new similarly packaged blog with words that taste of lemons-not all words, not all the time: just some; you know, the ones that are hard to listen to with a straight face ;0)