There's also a number of other things, including W.A.R. that wants to be finished. Sigh.. i've finished my mitre square blanket, a million dish clothes, several scarves .. working on new blanket now and cushion to match the mitre square blanket in mini squares to use up the leftover yarn from the blanket.
I am reading this...
and i've finished chapter 17 of Sold into Freedom.. and i'm also working on short story currently titled Beaten but that may change.
I sit upon my stool of toad
And think about the days of old
When men were men and they knew
Just was they were meant to do
We fought and fed our little clan
Cared and felt the deepest love
We wrote of these, once we had the pen
And we have not stopped between now and then
-tim
Just some mental poetry.
Moments
I am the observer
A lonely watcher of life
My heart beats
I feel the sun and rain
From the kitchen the water runs
I blink
Time leads me on from
One day to the next
As the cardinal flies overhead
Does it count its days and nights?
Or is it only we
Who mark the passing hours?
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Mental Health Day ... actually a planned vacation day which has turned into a mental health day and i have a stinking headache day ... but to all of you, have a lovely Thursday.. .
Hi my friend. I'm sorry that happened to you.
i was once told, "A story is as long as it needs to be." If your story is 200 chapters, then it is.
While i love you, and may think you're a mad man, that's MY problem and Cockney Canuk is YOUR story. You have every right to write it the way and length you want to. More power to you.