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so its definitely Spring and has been for a while here in Georgia.We have the biggest bumbles ever!!! Usually I dont worry about shooting and being stung. Im way back with my long lens,but with these guys,,lordy look out!!!
Ive been learning to write better poetry.So far Ive met 3 authors and have been invited to next years writing conference . Im super excited!@!!@!@! So one guy said,"if you wanna write better poetry ,you need to READ more poetry." Hence the huge pile of books. half I own now and half I got from the library. Im really enjoying the learning process of writing better. Ive also been told I need to add Creative Writing to my degree as a minor.We shall see about that.
I hope you are all well.I hope Spring has spring for you all!!
So I took Melanie into Nanowrimo for the month of November and more parts came out, this is where we left off even though the chapter names are different. I hope you all continue to enjoy Melanie as much as I like writing her.
the swirl of the mist landed from the chaos that just ensued there was
clearly a layer of soot that needed to be cleaned up. There were piles
of soot all over the floor in front of the stone fireplace. She looked
next to the mantle where she kept her broom, but it had moved itself.
She knew it feared being burned up by all the embers in the fireplace
while the silver box burned. It clearly was no where to be found.She
knew not to even go hunting for the broom. Its fear was to great, so she
tried to summon it to her. She could feel it pulling and its hesitation
in coming to her side.She quieted her mind, told the broom in her mind
that all was calm, this time her pull was stronger and it came to her
broom seemed to be trembling in her hands, she held it gently, soothing
it in her mind. The broom almost seemed to lean into her saying all was
going to be okay now. Quietly and calmly she began to sweet the soot
into the fireplace, but the broom’s bristles see…