Who was Isaiah?

     So I was reading my scriptures the other day and I started thinking about Isaiah. Who was he? What kind of man or prophet was he? He is the most quoted prophet in all the scriptures. His words can be found repeated and used and explained in almost every book of scripture and his prophecies are some of the greatest ever made concerning Christ and the Second Coming. There are few prophets that claim to have been shown the whole history of the earth and fewer still that were allowed to write it in any detail and Isaiah is one of them. Was he a prophet of extraordinary faith that he was given such marvelous visions? or was his suffering so great that the Lord in his mercy gave him these privileges to comfort him through his trials? Of all the prophets who are known for their greatness Isaiah is not listed because no one knows who he was. All that I have ever heard is that he was considered a mad man and died a gruesome death. I can't help but stop and wonder who was Isaiah?

It was a lonely weekend

One part of me just wants to tell  you everything

One part just needs the quiet

and if I'm lonely here

I'm lonely here

and on the telephone

you offer reassurance

- Toad the Wet Sprocket

Me and You

I have so much to tell you

I just can't let it out

All I can say is whats true

yet it fills me with doubt

I am here all alone

Wondering what to do

I look at the phone

Hoping to see you

I want you here with me

To spend your days with me

I want you to be with me

To share your life with me

In the silence of my mind

I can see us so content

With you so very kind

And me ready to relent

Yet you will never see

the agony I feel

You think it'd never be

for you it isn't real

I want you here with me

To spend your days with me

I want you to be with me

To share your life with me

You serach and will never find

That oh so perfect boy

You have already closed your mind

and made him but a toy

You give up what you know

For the chance of another

Destroying the love you sow

by treating him as a brother

I want you here with me

To spend your days with me

I want you to be with me

To share your life with me

I have so much to tell you

I just can't let it out

All I can say is whats true

yet it fills me with doubt

I am here all alone

Wondering what to do

I look at the phone

Hoping to see you

Writers' block

    Writers' block has to be the bane of my exsistance. It is so hard to know what to say and how to say it. Sometimes I will have a paper and even know what I should do but the words do not come, my mind remains blank, and my grades drop. Sometimes I can almost feel the block in my mind like a physical barrier I can't break down. Sometimes it blocks my creativity, sometimes it blocks my effectiveness, but most the time it just blocks any desire to write. Sometimes I just wish I had a mental sludgehammer that I could break that barrier down with. Instead I find my mouse moving to open facebook and the work doesn't proress.
    Almost as bad as general writers' block, is the inability to find the correct word. That moment when the idea is there but a single word is between you and the expression of the idea. Any synonymn has shades and implications that mean something slightly different. In the end either the idea needs to be scrapped or precious time wasted trying in vain to remember the right word. The ability to try and remember is one of the wonders of writing though. When speaking if you forget the word you just sound stupid and there is no recovery.