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Happiness is a warm keyboard = I live to and love to write

It’s funny the little things that can make your day special. Small and seemingly inconsequential to others but can be a major uplift to the recipient…The little finds that make you smile…the unexpected helping hand extended just when you need it…the simple thank you…the welcome from a neighbor…found money when you forgot you put it there… The world can seem harsh and functional and day to day grinding when you are in the middle of your working...

Happiness is a warm keyboard=I live to and live to write

Sometimes …when I have time to my self…not often…I research places or things I’d like to see someday… and I’ve saved snippets of information on all sorts of interesting places….My documents folder is jam packed with ‘where I want to go’ places and things I’d like to see…but my passport is still unstamped and my airline miles couldn't take me to the next town but still...I can dream..perhaps when I retire??...Anyway my current find is a Botanical...

Happiness is a warm keyboard=I live to and love to write

In this ever changing landscape of life the decades move in lightning speeds. If I had known the pace would pick up in such flying seconds, I would have savored more youthful moments and captured them in present time for refocus. I am not saying my life has passed me by …no, not at all…I am filled with all the days I’ve lived…and look to the rest of my days with wide eyes as eager as a five year old….And I intend to learn and experience more of...

Happiness is a warm keyboard = I live to and love to write

The chill is welcome on this fine grey day, it fits my mood completely. 2017 heralds in confusing and concerning changes for the world, and of course unknowns within my own life. On this cloud filled, silver lit day, I sit here on my front porch and ponder. What will it bring? Success…Failure…Joy…Sorrow? How much will I affect the outcomes? How much will be out of my control? Life is ever moving…territory unknown…and I cannot drag my foot to...

Happiness is a warm keyboard = I live to and love to write

This time of year brings me vivid memories, none more vivid than my father and his harmonica....His harmonica was always with him...ready to play a tune on...no matter where or when...He played the accordion too but the harmonica was portable. And there was a song he’d warm up with, he played it all the time, over and over again...it was a musical backdrop in my days with him that lingered in my mind....I had heard him play this tune since...

Happiness is a warm keyboard=I live to and love to write

The leaves are changing outside my window and the air is just that touch of chilling that makes me feel alive. This time of year awakens in me the true writer because it feeds my imagination… I don’t know why the months from October to January have this affect on me…I only know since childhood... they do. It starts in October…Halloween and the lure of costumes and their magical abilities to transform you…the tingling intrigue of mysteries and...

Happiness is a warm keyboard = I live to and love to write

I’m lost in the magic tonight. When a writer has to leave a story for too long they have to reacquaint themselves with the characters. So I am living in ‘A Wizard’s Magic’ and getting to know my hero and heroine again and actually liking them. And like a reader, I am wondering where this story will lead them and how will it end? It is so easy to lose the thread of a story when you can’t sit and write 24/7 and that’s what happened to me…I couldn’...

Happiness is a warm keyboard = I live to and love to write

It was a small thing really that turned my thoughts to yesterday...A long lost keepsake that returned to me unexpectedly. I could not believe it when I saw it...it had been lost for so long and there it was in a most usual place... How had I missed it before? I picked it up and the memories were like flood gates opening…the rushing thoughts washed over me. I could taste and feel the past around me…I could touch yesterday again…That small trinket...

Happiness is a warm keyboard= I live to and love to write

The garden path was lit by bright, eye squinting sunlight and I wanted to run down it. To jump over the gate and run for miles finding my way to the beach, to the soft settling sands under my toes as I race to the waters edge. To abandon at the pier all burdens, daily grinds and demands on my time. To be the person I was at eighteen with eyes wide with possibilities, arms open to encompass the world, to live in today and let tomorrow watch at a...

Happiness is a warm keyboard = I live to and love to write

So I’ve taken today to rewrite those pesky chapters that have been crowding my mind with alternate pathways. I knew the first three or four were solid but then the murky waters began. So many…too many ways to turn the tides so to speak and I know there will only be one that will feel right… but getting there can be a major trial and error. I always see both sides to stories, arguments, questions. Maybe that is the curse of a writer, seeing all...

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