mix tapes are safely stowed in the north... will take a look at them when I get back and see if it takes me anywhere creative or meditative. On the other hand, the present is so intense I may not have time for the past.
YES -- you've no idea (or maybe you do). That strikes me as a stinking good writing topic, although I feel bad even suggesting one because of how rarely I actually write for them.On the other hand, the present is so intense I may not have time for the past.
Anyone can use the #todayswritingprompt tag and suggest something. I love the past - what a place!! whoo-hoo. And not just my past. Whenever I can, I hang out in 1944 in my uncles' war letters or in the 1909 London census where a genealogist (not me) discovered the cousins -- my cousins -- that my grandfather stayed with when he escaped from Siberia. Shit, when I get into the past, I'm lost. Mixed tape relationships and the stories in them... there's a deep pit I could fall into and spend the night. Meanwhile, back to the intense present.