Dreams help keep me motivated. This short story was inspired by one...
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Do You Write Everyday?
I dreamt that I was a guest on a talk show and the host asked me, “You’re rather prolific. Do you write every day?”
“Every day. In fact, I wrote something just before I joined you.”
“Really? Well, I’d like to—.”
The audience cheered.
“Apparently, we’d all like to hear what you wrote.”
Applause and laughter.
“Okay, sure.” I pulled a scrap piece of paper out of my pocket, unfolded it and read, “She hid backstage, fearful to take the plunge, but her name was called... She pushed herself forward—one step, two. Supportive applause greeted, warmed her. She made it across the stage to a chair. A friendly face smiled at her and he asked, ‘Do you write every day? What was the last thing you wrote? Can you read it to us? We’d all like to hear it.’”
What's your dream?
"Dream Big" performed by Ryan Shupe & the RubberBand
On the Blog in December
Sunday, December 15
Playing the Cello (short story)
The cello stands in the corner, waiting to sing her song. Who will help her sing it? This short story was inspired by a friend's relationship with her cello.
Sunday, December 22
Carry Me Home (children's story)
Mitten happily rests beside his brother in the girl's pocket, but then he falls... It's cold... It's dark... Who will help Mitten get home?
Sunday, December 24
Alone on Christmas (short story)
During this time of joy, of merriment... When we gather with friends and family, it's important to remember those who are socially isolated.
Sunday, December 29
Holiday Office Party (short story)
Especially for spouses, Christmas parties can be challenging. What do you say to people you barely know but who may be important to your husband's career?
Finely writing...
Changes
Maya Angelou
Fickle comfort steals away
What it knows
It will not say
What it can
It will not do
It flies from me
To humour you
Capricious peace will not bind
The severed nerves
The jagged dream
The loveless sleep
It frolics now
Within your keep.
Confidence, the popinjay,
Is planning now
To slip away
Look fast
It's fading rapidly
Tomorrow it returns to me.
