Strengthen all weary hands,
steady all trembling knees
and say to all faint hearts,
Courage! Do not be afraid.
‘Look, your God is coming,
vengeance is coming,
the retribution of God;
he is coming to save you.’
Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened,
the ears of the deaf unsealed,
then the lame shall leap up like a deer
and the tongues of dumb sing for joy;
for water gushes in the desert,
streams in the wasteland,
the scorched earth becomes a lake,
the parched land brings springs of water.
The lairs where he jackals used to live
become thickets of reed and papyrus….– a picture of God’s judgement and also salvation.
From the Bible, in the book Isaiah, chapter 35:3-7 .
For some in the Bible, after the judgment, salvation
Even in prime, the wind still blows
One feels the wind, and adjusts to its blow-Pete’s proverbs
“Don’t lose those notes,” she told her brother. It sounded like lozse. “What did you say?” The bro could not hear her properly, so he thought. “Don’t lozse the notes!” Oh, he said. “Don’gt lozse the notes, you say. But I have! What am I going to do?” Don’t be sorry if you can’t find them, she comforted. Regret peeled back over his face and sunk heavily on his lip. He regained his composure. Don’t worry, he thought. It does not matter. I wish I had those notes though. Wishing would not bring them back. But, then again, all he needed was one Great Idea.
Satellite images of lost notes, but no one has identified them. Notes of enormous potential, suspected to be blockbuster material of great literary merit. But lost, forever. The search goes in in his bedroom for them, but searching for that One great idea, really. Will it be found?
Nebulous writing is without a plan, a shape, a design. Just write. With the thought in the back of the head: think about where this piece, this novel, this screenplay is going. Happens at some stage in a writing career. The fluid recording of thoughts, typed, or on paper, translated into something of a story, a piece, an article, a personal experience related, into a script of some important story. In the end, nebulous writing isn’t nebulous at all, for all writing must go somewhere. I used to be file away everything I wrote, but it became clutter and I discarded quite a bit of it, however I realize that if one is organized or systematic in their recording of thoughts, then any jotting, note, point, image, line, etc. can be furthered creatively into a work of art. Precious notes. Until one’s Magnum Opus Idea is revealed to one’s mind–the primitive, basic plot, the one idea that motivates every story one writes.