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Choices
One way lies the steady, the tried and the true Each day lined up, you know what to do The other way there be monsters Potentially awaiting. Or could there be glory, forever unabating Which direction to go, the question remains Both could incur loss, as the other one reigns So listen to your heart…
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Monday morning dreaming
There’s a bite in the air today, although the weather is warmer than it was. Something about the end of November makes me long for a warm blanket and a fireplace. Especially on a Monday, I often wish I could call in sick, lay on the couch all day and devour book after book, looking…
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Weeks end
Another week has flown and I review it all with tired bemusement as I sit, feet up, watching children’s cartoons. I’m tired but content. We’ve had a lovely cough/gastro bug going around that decimated the week for the kids. Poor Sam, for the first time I can remember she was excited to go to school…
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The Nest
My feathered little ones, grow cold while waiting for the day. I bring them delicacies and love, they coo gratefully up at my offering One day soon they will fly, up and away into the blue But for now they tuck Under my wing My little ones One, two, three Warm with mommy in the…
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Problem solver
Saturday should be a sleep in day, but that never seems to happen for me. I woke up a half hour earlier than normal, shrugged and went about my day. I finished my first draft of book 5, did a list of things to do, did laundry, cooking, cleaning and childcare, even launched my author…
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Traffic
My eyes are grainy today, but still somehow find the light. It’s bright and wonderful through the fog. Cars honk, go slowly, pacing with their horses grumbling. They slowly move past the line, reined in by the weather. I feel their longing to bolt, Tied and restrained into a 9-5, somedays I’d like to run…
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Good days work
Another late night, getting through a day full of requirements, self-imposed and otherwise. I unlock the door with the dubious pleasure of being the only one awake, sigh, and do the things I must before calling the day. I go through the motions, tired in body and mind tonight, Only two days into a workweek…
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My Riff
My life’s a place of work and laughter, both at the same time. Even on a Monday when life is hectic, I find a place of joy inside. A repeating riff of the variety of living. The good, the bad, the sad. Each day the same but slightly different. Each aspect another facet of the…
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Black box
What’s in a story? I ask myself this daily now, deep in the throes of nanowrimo. How can I make people feel, understand, live through the eyes of another? How do I draw them in, capture them in my web, Each story a black box, a mystery until it’s opened. I’m every bit as surprised…