**This week, I’m pleased to present two special guest recordings, each giving their own interpretation of the piece. Both are entirely unique and totally different and I’m in awe of and indebted to them for sharing their time and their talent.**
(read by David Ellefson of Megadeth)
(read by Rachael Ritchey author of The Beauty Thief)
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I can’t write if I want to. I can’t get anything to come up and out because it seems like there’s nothing in. There’s nothing to dig, nothing to chew, nothing to bleed and nothing to bruise. There’s work or the lack thereof. There’s life or lifelessness but there’s no love or trust and when there’s neither I have not and for nothing. I have ordinary in the way a cup of water is ordinary rather than the way a cup of water can be extraordinary. A cup of water can be extraordinary when one cup becomes ten or when one cup is served with a slice of Mediterranean lemon or when one cup is the last cup when crossing West over the crest into California or wading into the deep of Death Valley. But this one cup of water I have is the one I don’t have, the empty one, the only one, the lonely one. I have no water for roots, no rain for the withered and no rest for the wicked. Instead, I have blinding blame and inhospitable anger and dreary disbelief and ruinous rage and empty optimism and putrid pessimism. I have nothing and no one but a man and his millions helping to hold me and my head on a bed of unanswered, unresponsive accusations of foresake and forsaking, unmade and unmaking. I have questions abundant and statements redundant. I have a God undeserved of my awe and appreciation and unreserved of my anger and annihilation. I have undelivering, undying, unending emaciation and protestation. And for all this, I have no end in sight and not one word to write.
You’re too hard on yourself, I read many words. Meaningful words about not having a word for the day :))) cute post:))
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Writer’s block sometimes reveals itself in the most unusual of ways. 😉
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Yes it does::))
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My friend,
The true value in any achievement can only be measured by the level of struggle in attaining it.
Hang in there. You are not alone.
-Alan
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Thanks, Alan! I hope so!
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Love how this flows, love I can hear your voice, love the emotion in the words.
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Love how you didn’t recognize that the voice isn’t mine, April! 😉
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Reblogged this on Writing Rachael Ritchey and commented:
My Friend, Peter, records his blog posts, which is great for when you want to read (listen to) blogs on the go, not to mention he’s got a calming voice. What’s fun is that he’s found a new way to do the same thing by asking his friends to record some of his blog posts. This one, I was able to read for him and it was a lot of fun. Just wanted to say, THANKS!
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Peter, David, you both have very similar voices. Your inflection patterns vary a bit, but it would be so easy to mistake David for Peter if you didn’t know better! Thanks for asking me to participate. I really enjoyed myself, and I’m so happy you’re writing again, even if only a little at a time. ❤
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Dave wishes he could sound like me, Rach! haha Thanks again! Yours is a real treat. I told you I didn’t recognize it when I first heard it. I meant it. You made it your own and I’m so glad you did!
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He did a great job! You both have very nice voices. 🙂
I really just wanted to make it yours, but maybe I heard something in your words you didn’t really feel? Thanks for letting me be a part of your blog.
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I heard a hope in yours I didn’t know I had. 😉 Thanks for being a part of it, Rach!
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There’s always hope. Even in the darkest of nights, when clouds block the view, there are still starts twinkling. 😉 You’ve got it.
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