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Name: Justine
Location: Annapolis, Maryland, United States

Justine, is a little bit more than you'd expect. This is where you are supposed to put your "elevator speech". What you'd say if you were in the elevator with somebody you wanted to connect with. I don't have an "elevator speech". If I ran smack-dab into one of my "heroes" I'd just have to smile and be polite and keep my yipper shut and that's probably for the best anyway!

Monday, November 26, 2007
I Did It!

Official NaNoWriMo 2007 Winner
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
No More "I Love You"s
“In the service of Love only broken heart’s will do.”

I read that catch phrase sometime in the last century. For a while I even kept it in mind. That was about the time I was getting my heart broken on a regular basis. As I floundered around grasping for ways to make life make sense, I held out the hope that I was being groomed for something grand and wondrous.

Over the years the heartbreaks grew fewer. I didn’t get broken into pieces anymore because I quit jumping off the cliff. I moved away from the edge and sat down under the trees on the hillside.

Whatever idea Love had when it broke me into bits, it is still torturing me now. When I won’t leap off precipices in its wicked name, it comes into my house and scalds me with hot oil.

Perhaps all love serves to do is to mellow us, teach us empathy, make us tired and empty so we are ready to die when our time runs out.

There should be more than one name for Love. Something to describe the faces it shows and the breaking each one exacts.

If I can help it, I don’t think of love anymore. It’s an abusive relationship. I always crawl away tattered.

If love is such a gauzy unseen force that binds the universe together and strings the dimensions into the tapestry of God, why is it more like War and Pestilence than Peace?

If love is so necessary to being human. Why are there so many of us who have brought our offering bowls to the banquet only to leave with them emptied and smashed?

How can such a beautiful world, be such a wretched place because of such a tiny little word?
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Nano Jamo
Don’t know if anybody is reading this blog or not.

Right now I feel like a piece of toast that stayed under the heat too long and got burnt around the edges. Then somebody took me out of the toaster and scraped me with a knife until halt the burnt parts were off. Then they smeared me with sour margarine, decided not to bother and left me on the kitchen counter to get cold and stiff.

The National Novel Writing Month is coming along. I’m rambling out crap at nigh on the goal set amount. The goal is 50,000 words in a month.

I’m a few thousand words behind but still in reach of finishing. I’ve got my 1665 words down for today. Even writing on this blog feels like torture.

Blew out my television set last week, lost my sister dog to the rainbow bridge. I feel like a big teary eyed mess. Like the world’s biggest failure and a total waste of life.

For a sunny afternoon, nothing has much appeal to me.

Think I’ll sign off and post this.

Knock knock. Is there any reason at all to keep going?
Friday, November 02, 2007
Click me baby!
Click with me baby and join the fun!!!

Do You Nano?
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Nano Nano!
Here comes November like a hurricane overtaking a leaky sailing ship!

I've joined NanoWrimo for the duration! It's National Novel Writing Month.

All hands on deck!

Like Captain Jack at the helm of the Black Pearl, I've got me compass in me hand and I'm sailing for what me heart wants most. Yo ho yo ho, it's the pirate's life for me!