This first snow of winter always stirs emotions in people — some good, some bad, or somewhere in between. Here’s my haiku about how it makes me feel.
A few flakes drift down.
I’m six again, and the world
Is filled with magic.
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Small Town Mysteries. Big Time Suspense.
This first snow of winter always stirs emotions in people — some good, some bad, or somewhere in between. Here’s my haiku about how it makes me feel.
A few flakes drift down.
I’m six again, and the world
Is filled with magic.
Share if inspired!
… a crowd of holiday shoppers.
I have to exercise some imagination here because I try to get all my shopping done in November to avoid the crowds of holiday shoppers.
The cozy smells of cinnamon and baking bread wafting from the coffee shops taunt the strained faces and aggressive gestures of the shoppers, who push, stalk, and shove their way to their destinations. The Christmas carols blaring from hidden speakers also sing of a mood absent from the crowd it wraps in its cheery melodies. But, maybe, a few shoppers will escape the press of people, squeeze into a coffee shop, and let the tastes of the season remind them why they are doing what they are doing. Then the carols will feel as sweet as they sound.
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What do evergreen trees think of being cut down and turned into Christmas trees? Is it the hope of all trees on the Christmas tree farm to be selected? Or do they look on the holiday season the same way turkeys do Thanksgiving?
Create a dialogue between several trees at a Christmas tree farm.
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Over a month ago, I wrote a post about how I was struggling to create a doable writing schedule. Click here for that post.
Since that time, I’ve been working hard to establish a schedule and thought I’d share what I had learned.
It hasn’t been easy trying to get in two hours each weekday, and sometimes, with appointments and other one-time demands, I can’t. But now that I have the goal in mind, I can focus my writing efforts, and I don’t get frustrated trying to shoehorn writing in between grocery shopping and school dismissal.
What have you learned about establishing a writing schedule?
So why is a dinosaur appearing in this side view mirror? Yet another trip to Jurassic Park gone wrong? Maybe it’s simply a dinosaur statue, like those at Dinosaur World near Mammoth Cave in Kentucky, the last view of a happy family vacation. Or maybe it’s a evidence of a tear in the time-space continuum.
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