|Sun statue in my garden.|
A symbol of freaking summertime
So, I will write a little rant/slam poetry to commemorate the season. I call it:
Anything But Writing
Soccer drills in the yard.
Softball tosses on the street.
Daytime and evening practice and games.
Enough poolside fun to justify the exorbitant fee?
Mommy I need this.
Mommy I need that.
Yes I can help you with the logo pieces under the couch.
And the paint on the rug.
And that new word you just found in that book.
The definition of religion is....
Book 1 released.
Book 2 to outline.
Promote. Promote. Promote.
Watch sales trickle in, slowly.
Back to something else...
Wattpad story chapters are in my head,
If only I can bleed words into a post with my mind
As I lay in bed at 4am
Too tired to get up yet too wired to sleep.
Facebook hanging on.
Google plus on the fringe of Google minus.
Renovations to my charming 100-year-old house.
Loads of reorganization.
Feels like I just moved in.
Did I mention MASSIVE cleaning?
Clutter and more clutter.
Writing spot nowhere.
Thank goodness for laptops.
Instant French Vanilla coffee.
Moments of inspiration at 2 am.
And being able to function, somewhat, without sleep.
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