It's New Year's Day. Not much to say. Begin things anew? There's so much to do. Two thousand nineteen, So much unseen. Is that true? I must pursue. Forgive me, if I'm not excited, With many mouths to be fed. Yet much writing to be done — Could be tantalizing and fun! To many unknown… Continue reading It’s New Year’s Day
It's New Year's Eve, and hopes are high. Not here, long day, I bid you good night. No social media shiny, just keepin' it real. Nothing to copy, nothing to steal. I'm tired, nothing left for champagne. As they say, "No pain, no gain." I built their LEGOs and dodged some fights. That make you… Continue reading New Year’s Eve, Uncut
What a gorgeous bloom. I had never seen anything like it. Savannah told me it's a rose bred from two different species. *** I'm curious about and desiring to meet new people, not just because I'm a writer but I want to become better acquainted with community. What better way than to strike up conversation?… Continue reading Savannah, at The Perfect Petal
The morning started out gray, with an abundance of bickering about everything: who's looking at who too long, who's saying what, who's doing what wrong, who's stolen what. But, I have lots to do: writing, working, grocery shopping, cooking, getting chores done, and spending time with the four kiddos. I want to make the best of… Continue reading Sordid Saturday
Complaints and whining have come unbidden, without invitation or reservation, and in abundance. And, I, for one, have been diminishing and descending into the depths of despair, feeling discouraged, frustrated, and lost. Figuring my role and my contribution in the community, with rejection looming and the seeming lack of fruitful progress where making a positive… Continue reading Giving Thanks
It's late. Most of the day is gone, with just over two hours to go and still much to do. Cooking. Packing lunches, getting snacks ready, filling water bottles. Psyching myself out of my body and mind's quiet whispers luring me to the couch to check the back of my eyelids. And... writing. Oh crap.… Continue reading Can I Do It? NaNoWriMo is Here.
Weekdays, I spend three to four hours just getting the kiddos to and from the school. I have precious few hours in between to do as many things as I can on an endless list of important tasks, from once in awhile stuff (getting tires rotated or taking a kiddo to an annual pediatrician check-up… Continue reading Tick Tock, NaNoWriMo is Upon Us