Nothing gets me doing housework like planning to write.
There are a thousand things to be done before I sit down. This is why, perhaps, I am not a currently publishing author.
Lest you get the wrong impression and think that my house is always clean, I feel I must offer a disclaimer in fairness to, well, truly clean housekeepers everywhere. Wherever they are. I usually stay away out of guilt.
I learned a new word last month. I shall use it here if only by example. If you can guess the word (I did manage to throw it onto social media once, so if you follow me you may have read it) please do comment and let me know.
So about the writing. (currently exhibiting new word)
A free verse poem ran around in my head as I was walking the dog at the park, which is by the way an excellent place to write as an alternative to actually sitting down at a keyboard, music or otherwise. This is inspired by one of my daughters, whose own writing craft cuts like an exacto through life's most poignant moments.
I offer a rough draft here:
It's a long road
that road with bridesmaid dresses
Friday nights with dinner for one
moments of dire self-doubt
going places to see things
to find people
and shaking the dust from the boys that walked away off your feet
But I traveled it once
At the end of it I found myself
sitting across from your father
learning that he was Mr. Right
perfect?
no.
perfect for me?
yes.
Keep walking
I would be lying if I said that I didn't thank God for the boys that walked away. Not because I didn't love them, but because they were doing the right thing, only we can rarely see that when our eyes are clouded by tears.
This is perhaps the reason I try to do anything other than write. It turns your life inside out for the scrutiny of your readers. I think I have a floor I need to vacuum.
There are a thousand things to be done before I sit down. This is why, perhaps, I am not a currently publishing author.
Lest you get the wrong impression and think that my house is always clean, I feel I must offer a disclaimer in fairness to, well, truly clean housekeepers everywhere. Wherever they are. I usually stay away out of guilt.
I learned a new word last month. I shall use it here if only by example. If you can guess the word (I did manage to throw it onto social media once, so if you follow me you may have read it) please do comment and let me know.
So about the writing. (currently exhibiting new word)
A free verse poem ran around in my head as I was walking the dog at the park, which is by the way an excellent place to write as an alternative to actually sitting down at a keyboard, music or otherwise. This is inspired by one of my daughters, whose own writing craft cuts like an exacto through life's most poignant moments.
I offer a rough draft here:
It's a long road
that road with bridesmaid dresses
Friday nights with dinner for one
moments of dire self-doubt
going places to see things
to find people
and shaking the dust from the boys that walked away off your feet
But I traveled it once
At the end of it I found myself
sitting across from your father
learning that he was Mr. Right
perfect?
no.
perfect for me?
yes.
Keep walking
I would be lying if I said that I didn't thank God for the boys that walked away. Not because I didn't love them, but because they were doing the right thing, only we can rarely see that when our eyes are clouded by tears.
This is perhaps the reason I try to do anything other than write. It turns your life inside out for the scrutiny of your readers. I think I have a floor I need to vacuum.
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