It's Valentine's Day

And I am working, and in Mississippi with 4 inches of snow, and he is in Ohio, and the world feels frozen to the core.

Thank God, I went to read the blog of a writer I have yet to read -though I have bought her first big book - but whom I discovered quite by chance during Nanowrimo when she sent out a letter of encouragement to the nanoers. She has a very refreshing way of writing and makes me believe in my continueing efforts at writing. I give the child inside me the right to write.

http://kristincashore.blogspot.com/

Her Valentine's Day post made me tear up, but then made me smile. Thanks!

When we were good

When we were good, we were very, very good, and when we were bad, we were awful. I don't know how, or even if, I can explain to my family and friends how high he seemed to make me fly and what he meant to me. We are, or were, living a mythological dream. It may be all my imgination, but I see us as two different beings from two different cultures that were in an eternal grapple, black and white, not racial, but our way of viewing the world. He has this dark, Irish, pessimistic view, and I, for whatever reason, have this optimistic, despite it all, view. Whatever happens, to allow the Germanic pessimistic veiw prevail is to give up on the possibility of change, and I beleive in change, and persoanl focus. I beleive that we can change the story that people want to tell about us. I beleive that we can out live this story they want us to be. That we can be more.