daybreak's dewy fog
three blackbirds perch on pine--still
waiting for the sun.
Good morning friends! I've been absent lately.
I feel guilty about it, like a student coming into class late with a tardy slip with the whole class watching.
I know it's not really like that.
You all know what it's like.
We all have busy lives and get caught up with other things--and rightly so. My 'other thing' is my novel. It's taken on a life of it's own; demanding much of my time and imagination. I feel like a young mother. Totally in love with this child and yet--wondering when and where does her normal life return?
We older women know the answer.
The normal life never returns.
I suspect this is true for the novelist. I'm thinking I'll probably have to change my format here on Whatsoever Things are Lovely. Maybe add the phrase..."and Brief."
So I wrote you this haiku...17 syllables long.
It came from an early morning walk I took with Baron the other day.
Please know that I'm still here...reading your blogs; sometimes commenting, sometimes not; but always savoring what feels like 'stolen moments' as I continue to nurse my novel to life.