Meander i _ Poem
You see your friends through blind eyes
With little slits of light let through.
That's good but it opens you to pain
And hurt, to cry at night.
You see just what you want to see.
Someday you'll find the way
To look at all through eyes of live
And see virtues, faults and know.
Meander 2 - Slowing down. I've been wroking at high pitch for more than a month with six new releases. Books checked here, sent to editor and returned with more corrections. Fortunately my publisher is going on vacation and I can slow down. Life has become much for settling down. Having to play nurse every morning takes a lot from my day. Evenings, too but I manage lately on five hours of sleep a night. So I've decided to slow down for a time.
Meander 3 - Writing - I've begun the rough draft of Sweet Tea and am slowly putting words on paper. There is more dialogue both internal and external than other prose but that's the way I write. I will finish this draft and begin making sense of the story.