Wednesday, March 6, 2013
A rock is dreaming
waiting to emerge
It dreams of touching
But for now
it waits down deep
its grandad's feet.
It was getting later and later this evening. Kids were finally in bed, not sleeping, but finally I had time.
"I haven't written my slice. I've done very little commenting today. Haven't barely checked my email to see if anyone needs anything in the slicing world, aaah! Okay, breathe. Look at your list. You made a list for days like this. Go to the list."
I went. Um, there were like three things on my list. Did I think I made a list, cause three things doesn't really offer a lot of slicing choices. However, one of my ideas for a slice was a peek in my notebook. So I went to my notebooks. I have two that are my faves right now among the four or five that I use. There it was. A poem I wrote in January. A cute poem. I knew I could fix up a bit. Hmmm, want to teach my kids about revision, maybe I will take this in tomorrow to share with them too. I crossed out, moved words around and smiled. Yep, it's done for now, but writing is never really done is it? I kinda like that.
Turn your head sideways to get the actual peek. :)