Is it really true that you only have one story? Because I have a strong inkling mine's been changing since my life has changed so radically these past few years.

Maybe I need to write some more to continue to dig to find the 'one true story'.

Ahhh, I can get deep on this one. You can take this thread and have some offline conversations with this one :)

I love this exercise. I'm going to be thinking all day about what my 5 words are

i want a red ferrari

Karl, it's odd but my answer came very quickly. And saying it, writing it, was oddly liberating.

Jill, stop by and let us know what you come up with.

Gary, you're going to be a papa. New papa's and mama's don't have red ferraris. No place to put the baby seat.

there is one other larger reason why I don't have one. $$$$$$'s

I told Beth about this exercise and she looked at me and said: "Beth read many books."

I said, "This isn't an epitaph you're writing. Try thinking of it as your life in progress."

"Oh. 'Beth reads many books' then."

You know, those words read like found poetry. Look:

I am alone;
I am blessed.

Never tell me the odds --
life is a beautiful dream.
I reap what I sow.

How did I get here?

I have what I need,
I continue to grow,
what I am is enough.

I am a writer.

Oh, yeah. This is when blogging gets cool as hell for me. When all the pieces make a whole, so beautifully. Thanks for collecting, Shelley.

And thanks for spotting the poetry Shannon. It is becoming a lovely song, isn't it?

And with Dorothea's, it gets even better:

I am alone;
I am blessed.

Never tell me the odds --
life is a beautiful dream.
I reap what I sow.

How did I get here?

I have what I need,
I continue to grow,
what I am is enough.

I'll get by.

I am a writer.

It is a beautiful song :)

I felt the same way Shelley. Liberated after writing it. Felt good. And then a long night afterwards... I just felt different, and realized it was just one part of me.

Nevertheless, this is fun. And perfect for soul searching.

Shannon - if you get Shelley can collect more of these.. it would be great to hear your voice and music put to them.

But isn't this the point of the net - the whole is greater than the sum of the parts?

I think that's what's going on here Euan :)

False Risk Is Almost Enough

Shannon it would be great, as Karl suggests, to hear your voice and music put to this collective poem.

Assuming, of course, that there's a joint songwriting credit and we're able to reach agreement on the royalty payments... I'd love to be able to retire on the proceeds of a thirtieth share of a hit song.

Hmph. Jonathon, ya big greedy so-and-so. :P

Shannon, I would like a copy of the recording when you make it. MP3 will be fine. The rest, as far as I'm concerned, is all yours.

Somewhere there's a place I belong.

A work in progress.

Craptastic, that was 6 words, wasn't it?

OK, here's a better one : "Where's the beer, damn it?"

I knew the Wonder Chicken must have passed through last night when I woke up and there was a feather, a single feather, delicately placed on my laptop.

Stavros, from you, six words are welcome! Or your five word alternative.

Rootless cosmopolitan.

(Because it's consistent, yet accomodates continual change.)

Where am I coming from

I am a rooster, "cockadoodledoo".

Ultimately remain honest and honorable.

Learn, then love, then teach.

Walk into the wind.

How do I do this?

Like Karl, I am not entirely sure that I have only one story. But here's what came to me first:
I am trying to understand.

Okay, officer, I'll come quietly.

Thanks for new word phrases, I'll add into the 'song'.

Joey, now why is it that I find yours so believably easy ;-)

everything is a story (more on my own weblog: http://www.epersonae.com/blogger/2002_09_01_archive.php3#85402930)

I knew the Wonder Chicken must have passed through last night when I woke up and there was a feather, a single feather, delicately placed on my laptop.

What, no missing booze?

I'm only saying this with love in my heart...