I'm a writer. The stories invade my mind and won't leave until I write them down.
Never published, but have gotten a great deal of strong suggestions from friends and family to do so. So I am.
I Love My Job
I love my job, because I change a life every day. Sometimes several lives, but always one life, mine. My job is crazy busy. I always wake to a dozen text messages, and voice mails. Then I make the mistake of turning on the computer where there are a couple of dozen emails. That is when I remind myself that I’m retired and this is my fun, fill my days, job. Turn off the phone, shut down the computer and head for either the stable and/or the kennel. Then bury my face into the first fur baby I come to. Breath in deeply, drawing in all their kindness and unconditional love and remember I love my job.
End of the World?
Anna trudged up the hill. Placing each foot carefully. Mentally reminding herself that she really needed to build steps into the hill so she could get there quicker and easier. It will be a time-consuming project and one of the reasons it keeps getting pushed down the very long list of things needing done. “Just do one”, she told herself as she stepped nimbly over a fallen tree trunk. One at a time and before she would realize it, she would have a stair case to the top.