Bearing The Untold

Triste, Triste, Jules Laforgue

Your dreams were flimsy, child, doomed to fail, Your innocence ruined by the truth you were told

It’s nice to be learning things again

That’s better

More notes on a countrywoman.

Finished Camp Nano. Check. Refused to look at any of it again for a week. Check.

Get you some prompts. Write you some words. Forget the state of your NaNo story and just blather about nothing for a bit.

Ramble ramble, watching the Librarians instead of planning for Camp Nanowrimo, ramble, my n’s look the same as my v’s… ramble.

Trying out new handwriting styles always leads to about 15 minutes of neater handwriting before I revert back to my usual scrawl.

Hello from sitting in front of Stargate all day! Indulging in astronomy to make me feel a bit less useless and writing about things I enjoy. I hope everyone else gets to have a chill day like this sometime soon.

How about some French poetry in messy handwriting because I feel the need to do something, anything at all else whilst watching telly?

I don’t have access to enough daylight hours to take decent photos. As a result I seem unable to quit my addiction to the white balance tool. Shame I didn’t also edit out that word which I promise is meant to say ‘rocky’…

To you. Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walk of dreams

How many times can I take the same picture, where this journal looks exactly the same? Except this issue features more handwriting styles for the purpose of noting down more Tolkien. Plus, loving all the leaves in the world, and being happy about chipper, spherical robots.