Keeping Labrys to date...

I always (if not always, almost always!!!) write in paper. Old-fashion girl, call me whatever. When the words come to me I have the time to grab a pen and open and open my notebook, but to wait the endless minute the computer takes to get on going. And, what can I say, I like to handwrite. I like to scratch, I like to see the shape of my hand-writing change together with my emotions. I can’t even say how my handwriting looks like. Depends on the day, I suppose. Depends on the mood, to be more accurate.

So, I said to myself, ok I will write as much as I need in one day, but I won’t post more than one a day. And suddenly, I began loosing the will to post. What I have written had lost it’s meaning, it time has pasted. But what is past, anyway?

I want to post today what I wrote today. Sometimes I post what I have written in the present day, and let what I have written before to be posted in another. If I was concerned that my words were loosing it’s meaning when not published when written, what sense will they have posted in a different order than that of writing. Yes, my thoughts travel in time, and words don’t come to me in order. But I think I can at least make an effort and post them as they come along.

And so I have now to post, I think, thrice, before publishing today’s thoughts. (it's four, actually)

Off we go, then! Off we go!