Marianne Taylor Johnson
I need practice. I want to write a book!
1/22/2021 for vocal.media Little Black Book “Hey Mom. How long are we going to have to stay here? It’s getting kind of boring and nobody wants to listen to my stories anymore.” Mikey sighed and looked his mom with a hopeful expression. “Well, we have to wait until we get the next deposit in the bank. We kind of ran short last month and had to play catch up this month. Can you be patient for another two weeks or so? I will figure out what we can do when we get the money and we also have two craft shows these next two weekends coming up.” “I guess I can. I will try to draw more pictures to sell. I think I have $28 dollars saved up.” Mikey was such a good kid. Sarah was twenty when she had him. His personality drew people in since he was tiny. He was still small for his age and his beautiful brown wavy hair always inspired complements.
The Night Owl
The Night Owl 1/18/2021 for vocal.media Every evening after dinner, I have to go out and shut the barn up for the night. We don’t want things getting in or getting out. In the morning, I have to go out and open ‘em back up before sunrise. I have to feed and clean up poop on a daily basis. Oh, country living! Goats and chickens and a rascally, lovable mule. Basically, I am tied to the barn. We do have a Barn Owl, as do a lot of other people who have barns. She is usually coming or going at the same times as I do my morning and evening chores, but we work opposite shifts.