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...the ones I love best... from the wastelands ~ February 27, 2005 - 8:35 p.m. we are all tired of the winter at this point. i've been flying way too much the last couple of weeks, and finally have a blessed few days off to rest and recover. i'm trying to channel my cabin fever into creative energy. i'm trying to engage with the world a bit more. i'm trying to make things happen. a thing, i did, this weekend: finished a re-edit on a short story i wrote in college. a surprisingly good story. got it to a place where i felt like i could call it finished. and sent it out into the world. this is big, simply to have done this. i sent it into a contest way too prestigious for me to win, and whose winners won't be announced for six months anyhow, but it feels really good to know that i can call it finished, that i think it's good, that it'll be out in the world getting read by people. i'm trying to reclaim my identity of self-as-writer. a thing i recently realized i'd somehow lost faith in somewhere along the way. these months and years of silence, the words that just don't come. when i was growing up in this dead cold town, writing was what kept me alive. it was my lifeline, my outlet, a place for me to put it all. and maybe it's time, now, to remember. that writing is a thing that can save my life. maybe it can save my heart as well. from this cold, cold town. previously... * and then... (((rings)))