The hubby is home at last. Things are looking up. My novel is coming along quite nicely. Even now I’m still finding Typo’s. Each day it is getting stronger and stronger. I am not going to tell any one this was easy…it was not hard either. I will describe it as a test of dedication. A beautiful test it was. Excitement of it is more than I am able to describe. I can’t stop thinking about it, working on it, and talking about it. My poor family is probably ready to duct tape me and put me in the closet. So here I am blogging about it. Interesting thing… I was working on the about the author part as I am writing I start writing about everyone else and not myself…At that moment I realized that I would not have even been at this point in my life if it was for all the people I wanted to write about…I know I am confusing…even to myself. So my question to everyone is– Are we really who we are or are we a bunch of ingredients of others to make us the stew that we are? Until I blog again my friends!
Imagining you there…
Sits your empty beach chair.
Sand castles we built with techniques you taught.
Sand in our ears and sand fleas we caught.
Waves of the ocean flow in and out.
Much like our emotions that float about.
Missing your company, so we brought your chair.
We are imagining you smiling, and sitting there.
Your chair waits patiently and filled with our love.
As we wait for our prayers to be answered from above.