Tuesday, June 16, 2009






10 comments:

  1. Ya knbow something....I thing I know wass up!

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  2. i don't know what is going on! but that is why my friends dubbed me loopy..
    Hope u are okay Keith..
    whitesnake knows and that makes not knowing even more frustrating!
    I love reading you even if I am sometimes too swamped to comment...
    hope u return to writing soon
    xoxo

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  3. Keith, I'm never more than a beep away. I've ears good enough for a nice chat if you need a friend!!!!!

    You know I adore you and don't wait to long on that muse. Find the things around you to get the pen humming again!!!!

    With you not writing.... well that is such a waste of space and silence.

    (((HUGS)))

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  4. keith you are speaking in riddles. hope things are not too bad and that you may return to us soon and safe Take care and hugs from NZ

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  5. I know all to well those things that can come up and cause your muse to leave. I'm still struggling with that a bit myself. During this time I've found if you plunge yourself into other artsy outlets that your muse will eventually creep back in, slowly. I hope yours returns soon as you are a fine writer. Otherwise, I hope everything gets cleared up soon.

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  6. You are a picture within........my friend........

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  7. maybe our muses have run off together as i cannot seem to find mine either.....

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  8. Your muse will return. No doubt about that. Just don't force it out.

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  9. be back soon...till then I will walk along your writes here.

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  10. I don't think this post means a stop, why, this is an affecting simple piece in itself!

    I know the mind somethimes has to rest, but I beleieve there would never be a moment to a great writer like you when the pages of your fecund mind would be empty.

    "Days of empty pages pass by, but not with empty thoughts, not with an empty mind" ~ Jeques

    I have moments like that, too, but our creative spirits would always find way to express their thoughts in many different forms like what I do now, painting and even before when I still don't know I could write, there were poetry in my sketches, in everything I do, in my bonsai in the garden.

    Don't be gone too long, you will be missed.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

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