Blank Sheet of Paper

You know, I can still remember the first time that we kissed. The pen hadn’t yet completed the last word before the page was ripped from the spine of the journal and crumpled.   She leaned back in her desk chair and tossed the paper into the basket; the imperfect ball circling its rim before sliding inside.   She sat back and placed the pen to paper again. I hope you know that all I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy. Again the page was torn from its home and transformed into a paper ball.   She threw the ball over her shoulder, unconcerned this time with where it fell. Normally her writing wouldn’t have been a problem.   She had written him hundreds of letters in the past, each one conveying the exact thought and emotion that she had been overcome with at the time.   Tonight, however, the words weren’t coming to her - -at least not the appropriate words.   Her mind had become overwhelmed with concerns about what had come to light in...

AKA Epic Fail . (What are you talking about?  I'm only a week late checking in!) complete a 5k (note I said complete ; it might be a race for some, but I just want to be able to finish) Okay, so I DID completed a 5K.  I didn't do as well as I had hoped (37 minutes, but hey, HEY NOW! my show came untied THREE MOTHEREFFING TIMES!) *sigh*  But that's all okay because there's another 5K I'm doing in September :-) write more often (write anything, really) Yes.  And no.  It's a long story. write more letters (okay, more specific) Um, does it count if I burn them once I'm finished writing them? spend more time outside (Jack needs to spend more time outside too once it's warmer) HELLO!  Have you been outside?  I would DIE if I spent any more than ten minutes out there! go back to Savannah (obv) No.  Obviously.  First weekend in October though.  Woot! teach more (and in a variety of grades - -gotta get outta that comfort z...