Word Hearse

16 degrees, as I write this. Wrote word hearse- meant to write word or phrase. I don’t feel like writing. I really don’t.
Mind feels closed up frozen like a winter lake. Nothing comes. I want to be warmed up.

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Second for today

My fingers are cold like Oliver Twist. I want gloves that actually keep my fingers warm.

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Write

I Need A Charlotte.
Someone to write “Some Great Writer” in the corner of a barn somewhere, so that I’ll believe it, please. Writing ability gets better with practice. You can’t get better if you don’t write.

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OK, OK

O.K., O.K., here I am.
It’s not pretty, witty or polished, or even a paragraph. It is cold outside. I want more than enough energy. And the time to enjoy it.

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Evening Post

I don’t know what to write. I’m exhausted. My focuser needs to play, or a nap. I want more naps.

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Morning Post

This is my morning post, like the mail, which I like to receive. It’s supposed to be a nice day today. I hope I get to enjoy it.

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Better

The day got away from me. It did not flow, at all. I want better days. Less today, more tomorrow. I could write a post about tomorrow. Oh, that’s been done.

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Time to Write

I looked at the clock. My time to write. What is the topic—
Does it really matter what I write about? If I get caught up on that I will never do it. Any topic is worthy if I focus there. I want to take these few minutes and just focus on the words and how this feels. I had an O.K. day today. Actually, I had a great lunch. Yeah, I had a great lunch. Even had leftovers. The weather was warmer. I am so thankful! Hallelujah!! Just a bit more. Don’t finish. I want more time. Just to write.

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Writing To Do

I looked at my list, put a check mark by each thing. Yes, yes, yes, yes, have that, received this, and then saw crackers. Still need those. Soup. Still need that. Oh, and writing. Yes that too. So here I am, writing more. Just to practice, writing a little more each time.

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Writing

I missed one. So what. 365 is not about numbers, it’s about trajectory. So, I’m just going to write. Yesterday was cold. It’s getting warmer. I want soup. And for Christmas to come back. I miss Christmas.

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