I spend too much time thinking about what words look like together. Words that begin with 'P' seem to leap to the forefront when I try to think or write spontaneously.
Perfectly passionate peachy pantomime is pleasing to particular perfectionists. See what I mean.
'P' words are addicting.
I haven't taken the plunge into the next assignment yet. I'm thinking about titling it, "Sex in the Country."
We shall see.
On a serious note, my daughter is moving out in a couple of weeks. Occasional references to this big transition will probably slip into my writing. Hopefully it wont be too dreary. The reference to "sawdust" in the phrase poem was the beginning. Thank goodness she's only moving out to the apartment we are building in the garage. I don't think I could handle longer distances yet. PooPaw all you want, its a huge thing for me.
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You know what I hate. . .when you write a word and then on the next line the same word ends up right below the first.
I LOVE it when that happens, Lacey. What's wrong with you?
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