tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285530.post116308214136254208..comments2023-10-09T07:32:03.954-05:00Comments on Carol's Little World: These Boots Were Made For WalkingCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01631042606380970249noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285530.post-1163114986848301222006-11-09T17:29:00.000-06:002006-11-09T17:29:00.000-06:00It's hopeless. I'm doomed. Doomed, I tell you.Next...It's hopeless. I'm doomed. Doomed, I tell you.<BR/><BR/>Next time you see somebody walking down the street, with his head down, tolling a bell, chanting, "bring out your dead..." why, you can think of me and smile. <BR/><BR/>Or, like, maybe not. <BR/><BR/>(But thanks for the suggestion anyhow!)Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631042606380970249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285530.post-1163093174562159382006-11-09T11:26:00.000-06:002006-11-09T11:26:00.000-06:00I would suggest dictating into a recorder of somes...I would suggest dictating into a recorder of somesort, but if it were me, the thought of having to hear my voice played back would kill off any creative energy I would otherwise have.<BR/><BR/>Talk about scaring off your muse! :-)CraftyGuyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09780701561284316097noreply@blogger.com