One must write daily and
with considerable output.
I accept this.
But my difficulty is with the words “daily” and “considerable”.
Will I ever be called a writer?
Doubtful.
I am undisciplined.
Peace follows solitude
One must write daily and
with considerable output.
I accept this.
But my difficulty is with the words “daily” and “considerable”.
Will I ever be called a writer?
Doubtful.
I am undisciplined.
Sky darkened.
Thunder and lightning at my window
Driving rain at the doorstep.
Soon there will be floods in low lands
There will be more tomorrow.
It is springtime.
The little dog died yesterday.
Her passing reminds us
death is as natural
as her chasing squirrels.