Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #poetry

Meander 1 - This week's poem

Dance, my love, dance into the day
Our night is coming to a close.
The time is short when we can play.

I soon will have to go away
Into the place of sleeping woes.
Dance my love into the day.

I wish I could ever stay
And have this moment in time froze.
The time is short when we can play.

So let our laughter be most gay.
How can we know where this life goes.
Dance, my love, dance into the day.

And as we close our bodies sway
Our love becomes a fading rose.
The time is short when we can play.

I kiss your lips and softly pray.
Wait now I hear the horning blows.
Dance, my love, dance into the day.
The time is short when we can play.

Meander 2 - Start the next book.  I've seen this happen to many of my writer friends, especially those who have finished their first book and have sent it out to agents and publishers. They sit and look at their email every day or wait for the postman to come. I never did this because I heard a writer years ago say that when you finished the book and sent it away you should forget it exists and start the second book. I've seen writer friends who were good and even great writers do the sit and wait and when the rejection came, they weren't able to start a second book. If they had started the second one the hurt of being rejected wouldn't have been so bad. Sure rejection hurts and many writers have been rejected dozens of times but they kept writing more stories. The way you learn is by doing and sitting and waiting to hear isn't learning.

Meander 3 - My writing is going slowly but it is going. Along with writing I need to reach out to my web person so we can upgrade my website and have her do covers for 7 re-released books. I have two of them about gone over to make better and there will only be five more to go.. Wizards is coming to the end of the re-writing draft. Well not so close but maybe halfway there.