Category: Poetry

Waking up this morning, I’d had plans for simply giving a one liner, or maybe even just a nice picture of the river, as the lobby has been somewhat quiet lately. I realize that between the beautiful weather and life, sometimes the blogging feels a bit lackluster for many folks.

Nearly 90 percent of my mental energy has been put towards the novel I’m deeply enmeshed in creating, and then I spend the rest of the day with my head in the clouds. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun since having babies!

Anyways, if you see days where I’ve only left a picture or a short poem, please take no offense, as I’m either mentally exhausted or just very distracted! Trust me though, it’ll be worth it in the end, you’ll see.

In the meantime, we can still have fun and laugh together, as some of the things I post are simply crazy brain, which can be an awful lot of entertainment. I can say this because I’ve been entertaining my own brain like this for many years… and if I hear any of you snickering at this from the back of the room… well, I do have a squirt bottle and it has an incredibly long reach!

Getting back to my first comment you read, when you came into the lobby, I decided that instead of my normal blah blah blah, I’d offer a heartfelt THANK YOU! Why am I doing this, you may be asking yourselves? Because, when I logged onto the site this morning, there was a notification saying I’d just surpassed 50,000 total views! Goodness Sake! Folks really do read some of the things I write!

I realize that maybe you all kinda sorta enjoy reading things from this Chatty Cathy, Loud Mouth Frog, Woodsy Wordpecker, Tuesday Tattler, and Overthinkers Anonymous Chairperson… yeesh, that was a mouthful!

Bolstered by this new information, I feel it’s my duty to continue forward, on this overthinking and oversharing literary journey, and simply blog my heart out! Being the wild runaway from the wilderness, turned Wordsmith, as my husband often teases, I feel it’s only the right thing to do…

I need to find some puddles to splash in… just sayin.

It’s game time…

This week, I want to try something new! I’ve posted a picture that you get to guess, as to what the adage or saying might be. I will take everyone’s answers and post them next week, before the next picture becomes available.

I’ve discovered that being the one to make up my own puzzles, feels somewhat like cheating, since I use the phrases often and am pretty familiar with their meaning.

I thought that this might be more fun for everyone reading… games are always more fun when there are people playing them.

_______ – _______ – _______ – ________.

Since today’s phrase only has four words in it, you shouldn’t have too much trouble guessing. Let’s go peeps… show me whatcha got!

Guess what the phrase is, based on the picture above, and then try to define it and use it in a sentence. I’m not looking for more than a brief guess at its meaning, and I’m hoping to see who might come up with the most imaginative sentence usage.

I don’t have any prizes to hand out for the winners, but I can offer cookies and a hug!

As I’m sure everyone remembers, last week’s article about Squagon was postponed, due to the outbreak of sniffles and coughs within the ranks. Rest assured, not only is everyone feeling better and back to their usual antics, but I have some wonderful news about our little furry flyer’s story.

While I was busy wiping noses and comforting my miserable little crew, I thought to send a message to Squagon’s parents, asking if they might answer some questions about him, for the article I wished to write about my young friend. Well, I received word late last night that I’ve been given an invitation to visit the royal families home… that’s House Acorn! Rarely is one offered the chance to exchange words with those of the ruling squirrel family in Acorn Valley! Oh, did I not tell you that Squagon is actually the third son of none other than Lord Rico and Lady Ophelia of House Acorn. Perhaps I’d forgotten to mention this before now.

Anyway, I hope you will allow me an additional week to write the article, as I wish to visit with his family to learn Squagon’s full story. You really need to know the whole story in it’s fullness, so that you might see what is so special about this tiny squirrel, who bears strange dragon like wings upon his back. Then you might understand why I love him so much, and why I couldn’t imagine this barn without him flying around in the rafters.

I’ve dressed in my most professional interviewers outfit, as well as filling all my pockets with peanuts, so I’m all set for success! Wish me Luck!

There’s a bird sitting outside my window this morning, just chirping away. My guess would be that it’s either singing sweet nothings to its partner, or telling off a squirrel… not sure!

It rained off an on all day yesterday and into the night, making for quite a good nights sleep, what with all the steady pitter patter of rain, hitting the RV’s roof above our heads. When I sleep this well, the odds are pretty good that I’ll sleep in the next day… and I did!

The only down side to sleeping in, for me, is I wake up with a head all full of fluff, just like Winnie the Pooh. I’m on my second cup of coffee, pulling out the big guns and adding chocolate with this one. I don’t mind, as I’m discovering the side effects of writing full time, often show up in my sleep… in a good way. I feel like my sleep patterns began to change, almost over night… no pun intended!

For now, at least, I’ve taken a sabbatical from my usual late night Overthinkers Anonymous group. I’m just too busy! From the time I awake in the morning, my brain begins the daily juggle of writing both online here, and fully immersing myself in the novel I’ve been writing. Add to that, making time for walks along the river, daily chores and meals. Sometimes, I wonder how fast I could turn this novel out, if I were left on a beach somewhere, in total isolation. How do the big dogs do it?

Some days I go so deep into the imaginary world created within the story, I forget to feed and water the troops… that would be my husband and myself. I’ll reheat the same cup of tea until the bag that’s been floating around in the water comes apart, sending bits of tea leaves all over the cup. By the time I realize that I’ve neglected to feed myself, my blood sugars drop and I have to suck on a spoon of peanut butter to level back out! Still, it’s crazy fun!

The downside to living in our current environment while trying to write a novel… is distractions! They don’t even have to be big ones, maybe the neighbors Karaoke performances, my husband moving around the RV doing things, or simply a fly that got in through the broken screen door.

On days like these, I find myself dreaming of what it would be like if somehow I were gifted an all expenses paid stay at a beach side bungalow, with nothing but a little bicycle for trips to the local market. I could awake each morning to the sound of the surf, with Gulls calling to one another, as they look for their morning meal.

Walks along the beach would follow my morning cup of coffee. Only after I’d enjoyed watching the waves for a time, sitting on the porch in my jammies, would I then decide to make a day of things. I could write for hours, taking an occasional break for either a swim, or a bike ride into the local seaside town. In case your wondering, my daydream comes with one of those adorable baskets on the front of the bicycle, for bits and bobs I’ve discovered at the market.

My only daydream dilemma is choosing whether I prefer to wake up with the sun rise while sipping coffee,

or watch the sun go down with a glass of wine, as I sit wrapped in a velvety soft, lavender scented blanket.

East Coast? West Coast? Greece? I could sit here all day, thinking this stuff up… but there’s writing to get done, so I best wrap these thoughts up.

I have come to the conclusion that with an imagination like mine, I was born to be a writer… it just seems to fit!