glass fused from dust shines with crystalline light in the sun after rainfall. there's hope for weather to improve, brilliant now the clouds have all passed. ice frosts the window, a quick magic transporting me to a new world.
there's a thorn on the rose you left in a vase. it's as sharp as it looks. jabbed my finger on the prickle trimming the stem. new water, and done. there's a card i have yet to read. maybe later - i hope you will stay.
unwrap stack of books: hope this one will speak to you. time to start reading. time is luxury - stolen moments hidden and jealously guarded. look up obscure reference: screenshot it and come back later (when?).
loss is what inspires me: sometimes, there is the hope that you will return.
So today I had a job interview with a Managing Director. I was nervous as a nervous thing. I was shy and a bit anxious and cold. And still, they're apparently really interested in me. I've been called in tomorrow to meet someone else - a couple of other managing staff, from the sound of… Continue reading Word Crush Wednesday: Emily Dickinson
I'm not quite sure about how I met this quote, but it crept up on me, tapped me on the shoulder and... Well, you might already know I'm a quote magpie. Anyway, I came across it fairly recently, and I confess to doing my little habitual analysis over it. I don't always like the quotes I… Continue reading Word Crush Wednesday: Aristotle
For Mum and Dad. Love you. This is, in six words, the dedication I'll inscribe in my first novel when publishing. I would've made it longer, but today's prompt says six words. (I've never understood how an author can put in the barest dedication: one author, I've seen will literally just say For K.) Thus… Continue reading The Future, In Just Six Words