Thought Salad

Tag: dreams

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Nano and go!

    November 1st is a day like any other day, unless you happen to be a writer.  Aspiring or acclaimed, writers around the world join together in a common goal- to crush the inner editor, and just write. Forget about the commas and the spelling, forget that your idea has holes big enough to drive a…

  • Matt’s lullaby

    Fluff the pillow,  and smooth out the sheets. Pull back the covers, Toothbrush away the sweets Night time is here, my soft little one, We’ll enjoy tomorrow, But now is bedtime for the sun. I’ll tuck you in, and give you a million kisses I’ll read you a story of colourful fishes. Turn out the…

  • Gratitude 

    Today’s word is gratitude. It’s funny, because I think about this concept often.  I’d like to say I think about being grateful everyday, but I’m far from a saint.  Some days I feel bitter and evil inside, and wish people would just go away and leave me alone. In fact, I still sometimes feel like…

  • Dawn’s light 

    Beautiful skies, a trademark of a prairie morn. Amazing how looking east  feels like home and stability, and looking west  smells like adventure. Rockies vs ranges, future and past. I dream of climbing to the top. But my feet stay  on the firm prairie soil. The fear of height is in my blood, grounded and…

  • The mountains 

    Moments are fleeting and few. Born on the wind’s back,  through clouds of slate blue that pierce every crack. Today we played in the rain as it turned into snow,  cold hands on a swing chain Children cold, but ready to go The mountains covered in white So solid and true Fresh air blowing my…

  • Gord

    I was 38 years old when I heard the news. A part of my youth,  the years of discovery for my generation,  The Hip were the soundtrack to my teens and twenties. They were on every radio station, CanCon,  but actually worth it. I remember the roadside attraction mosh pit,  decking the person trying to steal…

  • New arrival 

    A new day. Like any other,  except for those that come  before and after. A slight change,  by degree if not design, suddenly the world is changed, richer? One more creation in the world,  it will ascend to a place on my shelf, In my heart, Maybe touch another on its way? My paperback newborn