Tired of slogging through paragraphs that land in a sale queue while the whine of a power saw and pounding of a hammers pierce my air space. The gray sky paints the picture outside my window as I write. That and traffic. I don't think Hemmingway had to put up with this. Just typing his name shakes the dust off memories of sunny skies, warm ocean air and drinking in the early afternoon.
Today I was accepted as a writer for BloggMutt! Previously I had submitted an article here, a few bits & pieces, blurbs and sarcasm there, but I never fully committed to a freelancing gig. To any writing gig. Oh I talked the talk but had a myriad of reasons I espoused that kept me from walking the walk because I was afraid of failure. Then I began looking at failing differently. I chose to see it as first attempt at learning. Now here I am.
A scuffed up 50 something finally stepping into her writing groove.
A garden is a delight to the eye and a solace for the soul.
The quote was from my yogi tea bag today. Sadly the spring like weather we experienced recently was but a brief respite before winter took back its turf. I'm forced to shelve my gardening gloves and impatiently wait for true spring to arrive.
I am who I am, uniquely me.