Catching Idle Butterflies

Fits and Starts

I've tried three times to write what I'm feeling this morning, but I can't seem to get the words out. I stall at the title, and my fingers refuse to move.

Some things are meant for God's ears alone. Let's just say I had it out with him, and he won.

Again.

That's okay, because I expelled all my frustrations into his lap for him to deal with. However, I may take it back in the future (I always seem to, anyway), but then we'll have this fight in the future as well. I admit it gets tiresome, but I can' t seem to help myself.

I'm gonna end there. My fingers want to stop again.

On the lighter side of life . . .

I talked to jspinelli yesterday! What a joy! Heck we talked so long, my hand went numb holding the phone to my ear. We talked mostly about how her book is coming along, and the fears we both share about trying to market what we've written.

As for what we said about you, partyof5dj . . . I ain't tellin' .

I hope everyone is having a wonderly weekend. Me, I'll be busy making oodles of graphics for people. Good thing, because words don't seem to be my thing today.