It’s forty-five later and I feel fine
My raiment of half-knit intentions and twine
Unfinished commitments on an unstable shelf
Obscuring my menagerie and wax that was melt
The walls are still cracking from our caterwaul song
And my heart …

The week started like most work weeks for me as of late – busy and challenging. Coming off of the high of getting a nice bit of writing on my novel done the previous weekend, I was ready for whatever the week had to offer. I was convinced that this week’s demands couldn’t be as bad as last week. I was kind of wrong.

I stuck my hand in a thorn bush
To follow what was free
Then painted a pretty picture
With the color that would bleed
I sat on the doctor’s couch
And he said to stay in the lines
I told him …

I am NOT a speed demon when it comes to writing.

You may be tired of hearing about it but… I’m writing a novel.