Love on branches

Imagine a tree, decorated to please.

With glitter and glass,

And shiny trinkets.

Some are made by the hand of a child.

Others, handed down from generations ago.

But the new year beckons, and for some, that means something:

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Clandestine tales

Imagine a friend,
In a faraway land,
Or in the next town over.

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Noise, silence and writing

No matter what time I go to bed I’m up at 6 am.

Or earlier.

Only very rarely do I stay in bed past that time. Or go back to bed after a trip to the loo. 🙂

There is something about the quiet, the solitude, the dim light in the early mornings that appeals to me. Wakes my senses, makes them more pronounced. This is usually a good time to start writing.

But not always.

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The words will come (or not)

Imagine…something. A story. A fantasy. Words that flow out of your head and into your keyboard.

There they sit. Staring back at you.

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Elusive sleep

Imagine, a hangover. But not from cocktails.

A heavy head, filled with fog. Thick and soupy, full of words that won’t transmit.

Distractions.

A fantasy filled with desire and hope.

Longing.

There is no time, no peace, no focus.

But it will come. It has to.

The story takes shape, slowly, like the torso of a snowman. Getting bigger, fatter.

Until it melts. Again.

Sleep eludes. The wifi beckons. It never sleeps.

Maybe the words will form at dawn.

Maybe not.

Thoughts about gift giving, writing and She Sheds

To be quite honest, I don’t really believe in this whole gift giving thing at Christmas anymore. Sure, let the kids have some presents, but for myself, I honestly don’t need or even want anything.

Which doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the token. I’m just saying, save your money. 🙂

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The abstract dream

She saw him sitting there on a bar stool at the counter, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was looking at a screen in his hand. He didn’t see her looking at him.

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The writer’s cabin

Imagine, a cabin. A single room with a small kitchenette, indoor plumbing, electricity and a fireplace.

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Collecting writing rejections

Should I start a binder? Or keep an electronic file for my rejections?

One thing I’ve noticed is that I don’t have that many rejections (but I do have several). Main reason for this is because I have not submitted many pieces. I need to get it together here and JUST DO IT.

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