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Noises
I sit there and wait. Click-click, click-click, click-click, and it just keeps going. My head… the pressure is building. Although I know it isn’t, that damned noise seems to get louder and louder with every second passing. I just need to move and it will stop.
I can’t. I have to wait. I’m already anxious to go, it seems like I have sat here forever. It wouldn’t be so bad if not for that tiny, God-forsaken, obnoxious sound… I tell myself to hold on. It won’t be much longer and I can go, and that damned turn signal will stop!



That soundsd like myself as well... always able to give others the exact advice and encouragement they need for to improve about any situation they are it but then when it comes to myself always find I get "stuck". So maybe we are exactly what the other needs... =)

100 words is plenty for me. I am more of a poet than a story teller.."
But there are so many..."
I think it is wonderful... I wasn't trying to push though. The thing is even if it doesnt get published (which i doubt will be the case) you still will be able to say that you have written a book. Most people can't (including myself) and it will be something that can be passed down through your family. Who knows what may come with it down the road. You can call on me for help and if i am at all available, i will be more than happy to provide any assistance I can (though limited it may be). Sometimes (in my experience) the only way to connect the dots isn't by visualizing but by starting at one and just heading toward the other.... next thing you know they have established a connection. Just a thought.

100 words is plenty for me. I am more of a poet than a story teller.."
But there are so many ways to put into a book without directly linking it into one continuous story. I just finished one that was more like journal entries from multiple people that told different views of the story.


I sit. I yawn. I’m not that bored. Cold. Why does the cold make me tired? Shivering should solve the problem. Notes. Focus on taking notes. Hungry. I should have eaten. Ooh, what will I make for dinner? Dishes… I don’t think they’re done. Damn. Something simple or clean them twice? MILK! I have to go to the store. Pack I have to get the boys bag ready. Ugh, laundry tonight. Hmm, no clothes on the sculptures….Damn, I got distracted again. Notes, take notes. Pay attention. I sit. I yawn. I’m really not bored. Cold! Why does the cold make…


I had never heard of Drabbles before reading this blog but since I decided to try my hand. Real feedback is appreciated don't be kind to spare feelings. I believe you canMt grow in areas that you are unaware you lack in... so here goes:
Faraway Family
When she moved awayshe wondered...how long before she would see them again? She longed for family deeply, but over time it became a dull permanent ache, implanted in her heart.
She was thinking about him again, so often recently. He was here. How? NO. She knew how. Memories flooded her eyes, near-blinding tears that escaped down her cheeks. They walked toward each other, smiling, in silence. Finally, close enough, he simply wrapped her in his arms and whispered in her ear, "Goodbye."
She awoke suddenly, knowing the phone would ring momentarily. News of her grandfather's passing....