Children may like the idea of a never ending game. Only we are not children Though we weep and ask pointless questions about the doll tilting to its side, that whiff of jasmine at nine AM, the icy grip of a mellow song. Who left the light on last night? Dreams? Oh, but we don't… Continue reading Hide and Seek
I surprised myself this fall by enrolling in a Project Management course. The original plan had been to attend a TESOL program, but admissions required my transcripts from Manila, as well as proof of my English language fluency (smirks). I couldn't take the TOEFL test in time for fall registration and the only way to… Continue reading Autumn Busybody’s Pandemic Poem
Joining others in dusting off forgotten hobbies, I started writing poetry again. The first half of July has been unseasonably grey and wet. I'm working on a bigger project and also grappling with how the spike in cases might affect our lives. Churning out verses of focused thought and imagery seems like the right kind… Continue reading Writing Desk: Poetry
There are many ways I can forget.I can get busy with work, chores, other stuff.I can read all night,go through my days with a foggy head. Look ahead, mark dates on the calendar.Many ways.But I fall asleep and dream,and wake up remembering.
Meanwhile, writing (besides this blog) is still happening. Found a way to advance the second novel without being paralyzed by impossible word counts. Two hundred fifty words into the manuscript each day. Achievable, right? The weekly 2400-word goal I naively set last year was too hard, took away the fun in the process. But turns… Continue reading Writer’s Update