I get so nervous about putting my work out there that I have a hard time even finishing a story. I have several started but none finished. One fine day I'll get there.
I worked a long shift today and get to do it again tomorrow. After work I studied, took a test, and did my homework. Tomorrow night my daughter is coming home and we are making chinese for supper.
Just like Sprite I'm tired of always working when all my friends are off.
It was a beautifully warm night in early June, Gypsymoth was curled up in her favorite chair by the open window, absentmindedly twirling her glass of wine. The moonlight was streaming in her window, illuminating her her face. Leaning black and closing her eyes she was lost in her own thoughts, thinking about how much she would like to see him again. The smell of lilacs in the air told her she was getting that wish. Gypsymoth smiling, opened her eyes, to see him leaning against the wall watching her.
A cup of tea with some chai honey.
“Excellence is not an act but a habit. The things you do the most are the things you will do best.”
Marva Collins