Thought Salad

Tag: writing

  • Good days work

    Another late night, getting through a day full of requirements,  self-imposed and otherwise. I unlock the door with the dubious pleasure of being the only one awake,  sigh,  and do the things I must before calling the day. I go through the motions,  tired in body and mind tonight, Only two days into a workweek…

  • My Riff 

    My life’s a place of work  and laughter, both at the same time. Even on a Monday  when life is hectic, I find a place of joy inside.  A repeating riff of the variety of living. The good, the bad, the sad. Each day the same  but slightly different. Each aspect another facet  of the…

  • 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…

  • The rut

    I watched as the week flew, On wings of solid steel. Picked me up and dropped me off, And didn’t once ask how I feel I thought I’d have so much more time with which to play. Instead I chose to get stuff done, each and every day. When all I wanted was a room…

  • Better late then never

    It stared at me, with its lack of eyes I gingerly cut it open, scraped it out callously Without remorse or consideration  Of the life it had lived. I taught my young the same indifference  And made that pumpkin Into the man it is today

  • March of the errands 

    Back to reality, Tap-dancing through my day, Visits to hither and yon, Faxes and refills, mail and paperwork  Finally caught up  and look at the clock, Time for home and supper, food and stories and dessert, “Strawberries in snow” Kids not yet caught up  from the time change. From east and summer,  to winter and…

  • Panacea

    Monday on vacation, brisk and sunny, coffee for me to wake up and enjoy my day. A day made more pleasant with the arrival of old friends.  We whiled away the morning as though time had never passed, made plans to get together soon, each of us stunned to realize seven years and more had…

  • Everyday holiday 

    My first full day off work, No calls, No paperwork. I can’t remember the last time that happened,  and feel vaguely confused that it did today. I walked to the corner Starbucks and accidentally got the full sugar peppermint mocha, along with gingerbread, egg and cheese sandwiches and cranberry bliss bars.  A seventy dollar smorgasbord and…

  • Little big things 

    Another Saturday spent on the road and working. Learning to be better, to understand more,  to improve, always. And when I returned to the house we are staying at, I was greeted with excitement.  I planned a fun afternoon of park then bath and hot chocolate. All the things small children love in one day. …

  • 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…