My class went quite well tonight really. I like my Thursday class; it seems as if they really care about learning. They want to do their best. It makes teaching much more pleasant.
I can't wait until the playoffs start this weekend. I don't want to get my hopes up with the Cardinals playing the Phillies, but time and time again, the Redbirds have picked themselves up, dusted themselves off, and kicked some booty.
I am starting my novel over with an entirely different slant. Shadowland Diaries is no longer half fantasy. It's a contemporary story of a young man who is battling a serious mental illness and who is so crushed by guilt over his sister's death that he imagines he sees her. I hope I can get a good handle on this eventually.
This is a boring entry. I'm sorry.
I think I am just too tired for my mind to function smoothly.
I can't even think of a good crossbyte to use.
At the moment I'm too tired and lazy to even copy and paste an excerpt from one of my books.
How about if I copy the very first poem that I ever had published. It was a haiku.
Coyote's wail
shivering in the gray dusk
lingers on cold air.
Why not try a haiku. Three lines, 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables. It is a snapshot of nature.
I can't wait until the playoffs start this weekend. I don't want to get my hopes up with the Cardinals playing the Phillies, but time and time again, the Redbirds have picked themselves up, dusted themselves off, and kicked some booty.
I am starting my novel over with an entirely different slant. Shadowland Diaries is no longer half fantasy. It's a contemporary story of a young man who is battling a serious mental illness and who is so crushed by guilt over his sister's death that he imagines he sees her. I hope I can get a good handle on this eventually.
This is a boring entry. I'm sorry.
I think I am just too tired for my mind to function smoothly.
I can't even think of a good crossbyte to use.
At the moment I'm too tired and lazy to even copy and paste an excerpt from one of my books.
How about if I copy the very first poem that I ever had published. It was a haiku.
Coyote's wail
shivering in the gray dusk
lingers on cold air.
Why not try a haiku. Three lines, 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables. It is a snapshot of nature.
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