Some days I crack my eyes and wonder
Why is this thing yelling at me?
Telling me to rise ,
Get out of my warm, cozy nest
Go to work!
Then my hand finds the snooze
…Bliss…
For the next 9 minutes.
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08 Sep 2014 Leave a comment
in journal, poetry, reflections Tags: bliss, humor, minutes, morning, sleeping, snoozing, time, waking up
Some days I crack my eyes and wonder
Why is this thing yelling at me?
Telling me to rise ,
Get out of my warm, cozy nest
Go to work!
Then my hand finds the snooze
…Bliss…
For the next 9 minutes.
29 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
in journal, reflections Tags: contest, place, relationship, son, time, writing
I looked at a friend’s post this morning and it made me think. Where, if I could choose any place, any time, would I go to write? I found that my answer was perhaps too simple for the question. I write where ever I am. Having a set place, time, group doesn’t work for me. When I have inspiration, when I have an idea, when I have a problem, I write. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I am doing. I note it down. I put it on my cell, on my flash drive, on a paper napkin even. I do this because if I wait even 10 seconds, I might lose whatever it was that made me want to write it down in the first place. My son is very familiar with me writing, sitting next to him on the couch, while he is watching TV. The raised finger tells him to hold his thought until I can finish what I’m typing. He and I have learned to work it out so that we are together, not separate. He knows the rules of “engagement” with me once my computer is open and I’m typing. In return, I try to respect him when he is deep into a game, anime, or video about one of his games.
So, in reply to the question where would I choose to write? How do you take a picture of everywhere?
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