What more could I ask for? After another week with no phone or internet, "they" finally seem to have got their act together and we have our own phone number back and internet. Only three weeks messing us about!!! The builder has returned with the sunshine and the plumbing is going well. We have a working wash basin for the new loo, and soon a wash basin in the bedroom plus a shower. I have been very impressed by the OH's prowess with a blowtorch!!
All I need now is to knuckle down to my wip. I haven't done anything to it for some time but I have been trying some short stories and poems, which counts as writing doesn't it?
Some thoughts while out running:
Often when I run
I have moments of lucidity.
Ideas crowd my mind
Sentences beg to be written.
But when I return home
They are wiped away
With the sweat!
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Why is a blank page so terrifying?
Anxious vanity and fear of ridicule
Check the pen from moving.
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On my desk there stands a mug
Full of pens all different hues,
Jostling for my attention.
Which one will it be today?
Choose me, choose me they cry.
One insinuates it's way into my hand,
Willing to slide and slither across the page,
Giving substance to the ideas and images
That wait for life and form
In the jumbled recesses of my mind.
Okay, enough of this, I'm off for a run now and you never know I might just get some new ideas.
2 comments:
Don't forget to bring one of those pens and a small notebook! Pleased the building work is going well.
lx
or maybe a dictaphone (or whatever the young people are calling them nowadays) x
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