Made a decision
Did not engage
In any sort of media
Artist’s Way: Inspiration
Bonded with my pets
Left Facebook alone
Avoided too much app use
Cooked quite a bit!
Killed the tube and laptop
Organized the house
Understood more about myself
Much love and many blessings. ❤
Cookie dough ice cream
Loved the beginning
But sleeping by the ending
Quick end to our date!
What time is it? I think I know.
A blog to write I still have, though;
You will not see me stopping here —
To my laptop I will go.
Finishing? . . . I do not fear.
My purpose here is very clear.
My daily task I shan’t forsake,
E’en if it takes all year.
My body you may give a shake,
Technology my task forsake.
I gnash my teeth, I cry, I weep —
But sit me here, this post I make.
My bed is lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And words to go before I sleep,
And words to go before I sleep.
Asian beetle eats my rose bush.
So much damage.
Should he stay or should he go?
Are we not also . . .
the world’s pests?
Last week my tutoring students inspired me to write. The perfectionist in me kept me from doing anything about it for a while. The part that says “I am enough” is now getting this down “on paper.”
It all started with one of my students accidentally reading “snailboat” for “sailboat.” Genius!
I quickly came up with this:
“Why ride in a sailboat
When you could ride a snailboat!”
Fun with inventive compound words! Such potential!
Another student began some work with fiction writing. He’s creating a fantasy/sci-fi/historical fiction work. It already sounds great. I found an article on super young authors, which we both found inspiring, though he was only impressed with the bestselling ones!
Finally, a new student told me the entire synopsis of a fantasy piece that she has already started writing. She plans on finishing it in high school. (She’s in elementary school now.) I told her about the young authors article. But she still insists it will be best that way. . .
I had a couple of other thoughts, but I have a cat on my foot, and I’m about to turn into a sweet potato, anyway, and so I remind myself “I am enough. It is enough.” And I bid you all good night. 🙂