Tag Archives: writing

Does Not Have A Title

This is post five. It should ring out. Like the Golden Rings part of the song. I’m not there yet. I’m not warmed up to ringing out in some middle part of the song. I feel rushed. Confused. Want more time and hot beverages.

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Third One

This is where I could be warmed up. All of these cold days leading up to this. I look at the clock and try to speed things up. Seven posts today. More or less.

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To Do

I am leaning over trying to get these done before I run out. My hot drink is getting cold as I try to take four minutes to write these. This will have “to do.”

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Missed quite a few. Today is marathon post day. If I can get it together with everything else I am supposed to do. To do’s are like that aren’t they. Huge lists, ironically or not, quite the un-doing. If you ask me.

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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.



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.



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.