Sunday, October 09, 2005



J. Masefield

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.

To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.


Signed up for NaNoWriMo again, bought a second copy of the book "No Plot, No Problem" since the first in in hiding and I'm going to try to write again...a novel in a month. I have this thing about the word "gypsy" and combined with Urban, it became a business name some 15 years ago. Now, I spelled it wrong on the business letterhead and license deliberately, but that was me at the time and I was very proud.

I need to sleep....*laughs* Work, all 12 hours or more of it, comes in three hours and I'm wide awake and doing writer's exercises. Wtf is wrong with me?
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