Oh, What Life Could Be Without a Fog

A Jog Releases the Fog

Oh, what a slob to live without a jog.

A jog in the fog.

A trudge through the sludge,

to find sand on dry land.

Will writers ever be truly

known to have a functioning job???

Playing in the mud, oh, what a fuddle to live in the middle of space and time.

To Be

What is it to be a writer?? What is it to be a reader??

They are not the same, yet shared similarities create conversations.

The enlightening and motivating ones, stories shared where you hear nowhere else, yet our hearts mingle in those character actions and emotions.

A WRITER

I am a writer, I must say - Oh my, what a craft it is to have a draft.

To have others acknowledge and advise me through making

the story as it grows and thrives into something beautiful and

mesmerizing ready to adore.

A READER

As a reader, I must express that I'm impressed without duress.

Oh, how my imagination leads me away to another's land invented so.

So inviting and ready to explore.

So, I explore and journey feeling with the character and topic as I learn and explore the environment and knowledge thriving there.