There's something about the look of those stark black letters on white cotton paper being pulled from the typewriter. There's no way to duplicate it. You can't photocopy it and achieve the same effect. You can't use your computer because no font in the world can duplicate it. The indentation of the letters perfectly in … Continue reading the typewritten word…
Tag: writing
derailed…
Some days don't really go the way you expect them to and despite our best efforts things get derailed. It happens with weeks, months, years and lifetimes too. It also happens with blog posts. Today was such a day in the land of Cami-blogging. I was writing a lovely post entitled "prints". It's a memory … Continue reading derailed…
it’s a poem… just deal with it
For the most part my resurgence in posting as of late is just me diving back into myself. Allowing me a chance to be me for a while and to work with something I love. Words. My love affair with words started when I was young. Very young. When my older brother started reading I … Continue reading it’s a poem… just deal with it
back it
In July of last year a dear friend of mine decided to follow her bliss. Her vision. Her desire in life. She decided to set aside so many other parts of her life and focus on a task that she found important to her soul, and also, to the future of on line publishing. Michelle … Continue reading back it
musing
I forget sometimes that writing is work because I often sit a play at it, letting the words fall from on high when they want to. Writing is a pleasure for me. A comfort. A constant in a life that, though it has been happy, is often tumultuous. So sometimes one emotion, one thought, one … Continue reading musing
if only I had a mini tape recorder…
Last night right before I went to sleep I thought of a brilliant blog post. I had it half written out in my head. It wasn't the meaning of the universe or anything, I wasn't solving the worlds problems but I'm pretty sure it was witty, snarky and highly observational. Also funny. Let's not forget … Continue reading if only I had a mini tape recorder…
when cats cry
Oh what to do, what to say? Yesterday I posted about all those drafts that were saved up in my wordpress... Posts I had barely written. Posts that were long and never concluded. Posts that had great meaning, but I just kind of had trouble letting go of them. The one that seemed most intriguing … Continue reading when cats cry
