Rainbows and Butterflies

Lately I've noticed that people are cowardly. They're quite happy to spout their opinion of you, unless of course it's to your face. Oh well, people will continue to be people. I've been thinking I should start writing again. Well, that's not to say that I've entirely stopped writing, but the flow of ideas in my head has kind of slowed to a trickle. I tend to get bored of ideas too easily. I'll get halfway through the second chapter of a novel that I'm writing, and get bored, decide the characters are too flat, or the plot's too intricate, or too simple, and come up with an excuse to stop. Lately I haven't written much. I say I'm too busy, I mean I haven't been inspired. I'm sure sometime soon I'll get another idea, and manage not to back myself into a corner on it. I'm still waiting on that one, though.

I finished The Pillars of The World, and Shadows and Light, the sequel. I'll start on the last book in the series in a few days. I want to be able to write like that, create a world people wish they could find the door to. A book is only a window. If you ever went to elementary school, you know that there was always a kid with a head full of ideas, who could create a paralell universe at the drop of a hat, that the rest of the kids could lose themselves in for a recess, or for a month. I wasn't that kid. My best friend was. I was the kid who would build off it. I'd come up with the minute details, often losing sight of the big picture, but once I had a framework, I created the realism through those details. We never wrote our games down. We just played, and when they got old, we'd come up with a new one. To this day, that's how I write, when the feeling dulls, I find a new one.

I have some more song lyrics, as usual. This sound's kinda funky, and the words make me think of how different people react to heartbreak. Some try to gloss it over, some wallow, and some decide, hey it was good while it was around, but since it isn't anymore, why stress? Nice way to live if you can manage it. Three Dog Night's Old Fashioned Love Song.

Just an old fashioned love song
Playing on the radio
And wrapped around the music
is the sound of someone promising they'll never go.

You'll swear you've heard it before
As it slowly rambles on and on.
No need in bringing em back
Cause they've never really gone.

Just an old fashioned love song
One I'm sure they wrote for you and me,
Just an old fashioned love song
Coming down in three part harmony.

To weave our dreams upon and
Listen to each evening when the lights are low.
To underscore our love affair
With tenderness and feeling
That we've come to know.

You'll swear you've heard it before
As it slowly rambles on and on.
No need in bringing em back
Cause they've never really gone.

Just an old fashioned love song
Coming down in three part harmony.
Just an old fashioned love song
One I'm sure they wrote for you and me.

So there it is, I sure like them, you don't have to, although I hope you do.
Keep dreaming,
Daydream Believer.