Sometimes things you see
give you thrill
I spent the day with Finn
We explored his tiny city yard
...and found so much to thrill us
like stones and shells and spiders
no no no he said to the spiders
While he played with his trains
I observed the fence...
thoughts of writing on my mind
The two images on the fence gave me a chill
not a thrill
one life, one death
You think you can control your writing
maybe that is true for seasoned writers.
As I type, the writing is going on in my head
and I have a sense that I will go there
But who knows......
only the keyboard does and the mind
I've put the story in a drawer to stew
along with the others
I think I'll go back to something light
like the ghost story ...it's been stewing for months
It should be interesting to see what the characters have been up to while I was absent