New week, new season…..

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First day of a new week. endless possibilities…..
I am feeling quite pleased with myself at this moment. I feel I have done pretty well this week. Never “enough”…true. But if I am writing, I should be working or cleaning or setting the world to rights. If I am doing that….then I should be writing.
No Win Madness. Welcome to my world…
Autumn has landed with a thud and an avalanche of crunched leaves. Long sweaters to cover a poochy stomach…..er..umm…I mean…to stay warm. Yes.
A crackle and crispiness in the air and beautiful skies. I like autumn. Only drawback is that it is followed by winter. Oh, I love the IDEA of winter….cold snappy weather, snow, long cozy nights, ….
Reality is cars that won’t start, hot-cold ears and fingers and slush and wet wool. (Blech.)
Last winter seemed 17 months long…..

On the agenda for this week is work, cooking, preparations for going on vacation soon (happy dance) and – of course – writing. As I am feeling pleased with myself right now I am easily convinced that whatever I commit to paper will be New! and Important!
Wait a half an hour or so and that could change. And probably will.
But. hopefully…there is a poem in that somewhere.

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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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