Pen paused, the words were thereThen gone.If I'm a writer, I need to be writing Brain fuzzy, sabotageMemories blind side me Take me down dark rabbit holesWhere am I disappearing now?This is against my will...Or is it?What do these distractions... Continue Reading →
"We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called opportunity and it's first chapter is New Year's Day. – Edith Lovejoy Pierce As I opened the book,... Continue Reading →
As I took that first step, I hesitated Did I really want to join the party? There were so many people And really I'd rather curl up with a book and a cup of tea I paused at the threshold... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 