Silence, gliding through the air.
Wings outstretched, not really there,
Thermals take me up and up
High into the atmosphere.
Soaring to heights where the air is thin
Tweaking aileron, tinkering fin.
Lost in a sky of azure blue,
I wish that you could be here too
To see the sights that I can see
Up in my glider, you, and me.
To see the fields a patchwork brown
With tiny people in a tiny town.
And then descending, down we glide
Like tiny children on a slide
We giggle, we chortle, we laugh with joy.
Back to the ground with the hobbledehoy.
Another interesting article I thought worth a share.
Have you ever worked on a story, then all of a sudden you have an idea for something that will happen several chapters ahead? As I’ve said before, I always know the ending of my stories. Although sometimes it changes slightly, but it stays in the same ballpark. I’ve written several scenes ahead on my […]Writing scenes ahead of time…Seeing the future!
I saw this article and it resonated well with me……
Today on Twitter, someone called out an author for his “bad writing” and, as an author of many years with five published novels, I began to wonder what that term meant. Was the story not logical or appealing or was it more a grammatical problem? The tweeter stated that had the story been properly edited, […]What Is “Bad” Writing?
After twilight comes the darkness,
After darkness comes the light.
Before the twilight, dusk envelops.
It is the sequence of the night.
At the beginning of this year I asked God to give me a word for the year. After meditating quietly for a while I got the word ‘Presence’ When Moses was in the wilderness with the Israelites he said to God that he didn’t want to journey any further if God did not come with […]Presence