The Misadventures of a Starving Writer: Stuffed Toys

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Saturday, December 12, 2009

If Santa Really Existed...

He'd have given me this misfit toy by now....

*sigh* I say this every year when we watch Rudolph. :-)

P.S. This elephant is impossible to find... I can't figure out why no one makes stuffed toys of the classic Rudolph characters. *sob*

:-)

This is the tale of a girl who was once told that she’d starve if she became a writer. She became a writer anyway… and hasn’t starved yet but she does still have visions of eating frozen pizza and cold tuna for the rest of her life. Right now, she is a freshman in college. Most of the time, she loves it but at times, Jo gets bored and sometimes she gets stressed; there are four weeks of fall semester left and she’s beginning to burn out. (Happens all the time, I’m told.) Hence, she’s decided to begin posting all the funny and weird things that happen to her. (The sort of things that she means to write down, hoping to work into a story later, but almost never does.) If you take great interest (or pity) in her writing then perhaps you’ll donate to her college fund. She’s using the pen name Jo because if you know her then you know her name and if you don’t know, you probably don’t care. But everything written here really did happen. And no, she doesn’t write about herself in third person all the time either.

No Place So Far

It's 2 am, the ticking in the hall is keeping time
The clock is counting down to morning's light
Too many times I've crossed the line
And put my faith aside
And the regret I feel won't let me sleep tonight

And even though it feels like You're a million miles away
In the night time stillness I can hear You say:

No height, no depth
Could keep you from my love
No thing that you could ever do
There's no place so far
That you are out of reach
No matter what you feel this still is true
No thing can keep my love from you

I never thought I'd get so far from where I started out
I must have left You one day at a time
And thinking of the things I've done and longing for what's lost
I can't believe You'd want me as I am

And even though it feels like I'm the smallest one on earth
Somehow Your quiet voice inside is heard

No matter how we've fallen
No matter where we are
God's heart is always waiting
His arms are never far

- © 2001 Erin and Brad O'Donnell.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

If Santa Really Existed...

The Story

Two Things to Remember

Elizabethtown

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Success

Failure

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