Stupid hole in the side of my head.....

Annnnd, I got nothing.....

While getting ready for work this morning, I had a pretty good idea for a witty, perhaps even humorous blog post. I was sure that bemoaning the current state of my jumbled WIP would quickly drive everyone (myself included) up the proverbial wall. So, I endeavored to find a lighter subject to discuss. I had one, and I went off merrily to work. Then, I got home and sat down to write.....annnnnnnd, I got nothing----

The silly bugger of an idea slipped right out that stupid hole in my head. That hole has been instrumental in causing more than one missed birthday and several late car payments... speaking of which, must post that car payment check tomorrow ***brain, you will not forget.... brain, you will not forget***

On a more literary note--- finished Charles Portis', True Grit, this evening. I can't honestly say I've ever read a Western before, though with its young, female protagonist, I almost hesitate to call it a Western in the technical sense. Yet, it did have a fair bit of horse-riding and gun-fighting....

It was a quick read, with a pretty straight-forward plot. As to whether I liked it or not, the jury is still out. I didn't hate the book, though the sassy main character was almost too sassy and her repetition of her father's murder with every person she meets does get a bit annoying....but, it wasn't a bad read.

Oh, well....here's hoping, that when I wake in the morning, my lost idea will have found its way back inside my head and I will not forget to write said idea down before I leave for work.... ***brain, you will not forget..... brain, you will not forget***

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A to Z reflections....

Another A to Z challenge comes to an end--- another collection of posts and poetry have been written, another deep breath of relief is released. For my fellow bloggers that survived as well, it's another 'challenge-completed' notch carved into the writing desk. I've come to enjoy my yearly foray into the world of all things alphabetical. This was my third year, though it was only the second year I had a workable theme (which made the challenge substantially easier than the first year I attempted this challenge.) And, though my first year was difficult because my focus was so scattered, I found this year was more difficult because I lost the enthusiasm that came with the first year excitement----excitement which helped me plug along until the end of the challenge. Year 3 was a success in the sense that I completed the challenge, though, this was the year that almost wasn't---- Somewhere about a third of the way through the challenge, I seriously considered

A million lives, beneath a single sky.....

Though our feet leave different prints,our tongues sound different words, there's a mirrored rhythm in the beating of our hearts. Though born in different worlds, our eyes sharpened 'neath different moons, there's an unspoken truth in the warmth of our touch. We may walk in different strides and dream different dreams, we may speak in different voices, maybe swim in different streams. It's plain to see, when dark night falls, as all the stars shine through, that underneath it all, there's no difference 'tween me and you.

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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