Woke up to rain, it is still raining. Grey day but my mood is lifted. Working on a short piece about us quiet girls, and the bad things that happen to us sometimes. I am eternally blessed, lucky, however you want to label it to have found love and peace. To be cherished and safe. But once upon a time I wasn't. And I will never forget that. So whenever a story comes to me by way of my heart or the news, a conversation. If the words are there and the words, true. I will write it. I also stumbled onto something I wrote about those whose partner is a writer. I don't know if it was in response to a prompt or something that just popped in my head. But the first line is Bless the person who loves a writer... Ha! I must have been feeling some type of way. Grateful or guilty. On the next page is something I submitted maybe last year that was declined. It was a piece with a restriction on word count (54 words). I think I will flesh it out a bit and submit somewhere else. I think it could be a good fit for a Halloween theme. The title is The Dip. The last one has the title; Some of us Carry Our Ghosts Within. Reading it over I see it has to do with siblings. The bonds and the fractures created by parents, relatives. Sometimes intentional. So, that is FOUR drafts to keep my attention for a while and I am happy for it.
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