I agree Suzanne. I find it's more a hurricane of ideas rather than a block. I find when I'm struggling just to get something down and let my subconscious take over.
My dear Suzanne, Maybe you are having memories of bowling at age 16 with Margie while we left sweet Celeste at home. Maybe we were up at Lake Arrowhead in the summers. Enjoy your beautiful summer by the Lake in Michigan, while I can am swimming in the tropical waters, surrounded by Palm trees in Kauai. Love you, dear friend.
I love the meandering thoughts in this poem. This stream of conciousness. And this great explanation on the many choices we have in live. The abundance. And the lack of a good donut shop.
Great write, Suzanne. Happy you decided to write this time :)
I agree Suzanne. I find it's more a hurricane of ideas rather than a block. I find when I'm struggling just to get something down and let my subconscious take over.
My dear Suzanne, Maybe you are having memories of bowling at age 16 with Margie while we left sweet Celeste at home. Maybe we were up at Lake Arrowhead in the summers. Enjoy your beautiful summer by the Lake in Michigan, while I can am swimming in the tropical waters, surrounded by Palm trees in Kauai. Love you, dear friend.
It's got that loopy energy of a 12 year old, distracted by all the fun stuff going on. A hoot.
I love the meandering thoughts in this poem. This stream of conciousness. And this great explanation on the many choices we have in live. The abundance. And the lack of a good donut shop.
Great write, Suzanne. Happy you decided to write this time :)
I know the feeling