Imagine your words, written or spoken, affecting your audience.
They teach, the words. Cultivate the mind and spirit.
They inspire. Enlighten. Warm the heart and soul.
Words have meaning, deep and profound.
Where do they come from, the words?
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Imagine…something. A story. A fantasy. Words that flow out of your head and into your keyboard.
There they sit. Staring back at you.
Continue reading The words will come (or not)
Imagine, a hangover. But not from cocktails.
A heavy head, filled with fog. Thick and soupy, full of words that won’t transmit.
A fantasy filled with desire and hope.
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.
Today, my words have run dry.
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Here in North America, there’s a book many parents have read to their preschoolers about a horrible day. It’s called “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” by Judith Viorst.
Some people don’t like this book. (I do.)
Along the lines of a similar theme, there’s the Grouchy Ladybug by Eric Carle.
Both of these books deal with bad moods in a unique way.
These titles are what I thought of the other day when my son jumped off the bus and announced, again, that his day was horrible.
Continue reading Horrible, terrible, no good school day that wasn’t horrible after all