You’ve got to love this cold wet weather.
While most are hibernating under covers and chowing down endless Netflix binges, I have been busy writing. Some from long lost ideas and writing prompts that I found while trying to sort some of my class notes into a more ordered fashion. Not that I think writers do “organisation” very well, if like me, most have chaotic scribbling on endless pieces of paper that aren’t always suitable to hole-punch into a folder. Thank goodness for stick glue and family who know that I have a obsession with notebooks.
My other life NEEDS for me to be organised, with endless checklists and project management tools at hand. Every now there is a cross over. It also means I find nuggets of inspiration yet to be fully explored and (more than likely) finished and published.
I’m back in class this week with my very talented and award winning lecturer attempting a 300 level non-fiction paper. Excited to have passed A-Semester’s anthropology paper with an “A-” and now pushing myself to write in a different genre.
I also taking a small writers sabbatical at the inspirational beach home of Michael King looking over winters seascape with a whiskey in hand.
Yup, got to love winter.
To be finished……..
Sad skies with silks of thunder
Frost my skin with your siren song
A palate of grey and afternoon
Shroud heavy on my windowsill
Pearls of sleet a blessed rosary
To entwine in threadbare fingers
Silver puddles reflect the murk
While twilight falls as dust
Begin the lullaby of lightening
Assault my ears with black
Reverent night now the canvas