Perils of assimilation

If only life came with subtitles.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006


So I've been writing quite a bit lately. This is in part due to Doug who inspired me to do a little more work on this blog, and also due to some bordom here at home. I don't watch television anymore, and I can't seem to sit still for long. Adam and I went adventuring yesterday, and he has saved my sanity (Ha! who am I kidding? I never had my sanity to begin with). We visited Delavan, Burlington, Union Grove, Mukwanago, ET, Lake Geneva, and Racine, where we visited Lila. You cannot begin to imagine how happy I was to see her.
But back to writing: My readers may have, at this point, noticed my gratuitous use of the glorious comma. I attribute this to the fact that as I child I read classic lit. and have since copied the style.
I like to write, certainly, but I feel that I have no talent for it. Sometimes I think I would lke to be a writer, to enthralled with my words, to create a delicate piece of art. Then I remember how mediocre of a writer I am. I can never place onto paper what I see in my head. It is all incredibly detailed, in my mind’s eye. I cannot recreate that.


  • At December 27, 2006 9:51 PM , Blogger jess said...

    that is so amazing that you should say that; i've long been suffering from inadequate vocabulary. though, it's not simply my lack of knowledge of words, but rather the lack of words existing by which to express myself. i could know every word in the english language and still be utterly frustrated. i am glad to know i am not alone.

  • At December 27, 2006 10:13 PM , Blogger Cephalus said...

    Those who read my blog will be familiar with certain frustrations I have been having in this regard, as well.

    And, jess, when the heck are you going to start updating YOUR blog? ;-) As if you have something better to do in that two-bit town you live in. (Note: I live in an, aproximately, half bit town, so no offense is meant).


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