Not talking

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them – words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.
Stephen King

Nice to know I’m not the only one who can’t say how I feel to people both close and remote. Shame though too.

Two fifths

End of day 12 and I’m just over 20,000 words into my NaNoWriMo inspired project. I blogged on the 2nd whether I could would hit 20k and said “pretty sure I can”. Well I’m only just getting to the interesting parts and I still have words I need to add back before that date. So, will I hit the 50k? I think I will actually – and that’s a nice thought.