The Writing Life
And all is stripped away
And I simply come
Longing just to bring
Something’s that of worth
That will bless Your heart
I’ll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required
You search much deeper within
Through the way things appear
You’re looking into my heart
A newly released film is like a satellite. It might transmit or not. I’m on the ground and have to find something else to do. – Keith Maitland
I suppose I must have a good memory because my roommate has threatened to siphon it so that she can better remember details. She needn’t worry; as long as we’re roommates, I basically am her live-action memo pad. Unfortunately, my usually indefatigable memory has started to fail.
