I chopped off my hair! I know in all the pictures I’ve self-indulgently posted on this site, the hair has been short, but in honor of The Hobbit‘s release this past December I had been growing out my hair. It was the melancholy what made me to do it.
After the trim, I popped by a pub and wanted to write something — but what? Continue book two? Instead, I realized I wanted to take up poetry again, so I wrote an Elizabethan sonnet. Originally, I had intended to wax romantic on the rainy afternoon, but the poem had other intentions. I’m not even sure I can post it online.
Does anyone else ever start a piece of writing, or a picture, or even a dinner, with one thing in mind, and just ever let it go in the direction ‘it’ wants? I didn’t know I had it in me. If I get the courage, one day, I’ll post it.
