Happy Little Life
Once a month, 5 retired ladies and a librarian choose from my days off and we gather for a writing club. We gather in the back room of the library, reading aloud poems, short stories, and novel ideas, handing out praise and gentle criticism. I sit on my deck, enjoying the turn of summer to autumn, and try to write. The "farthest reaches" theme of this blog feels a bit less accurate these days than when I started this blog. I am somewhat settled down now, living on a beautiful little piece of land on the lake that I bought just over a year ago. I've been working the same job for three years and am starting school again to increase my scope of practice. I have signed a return to work contract with my employer, guaranteeing that I will stay here until 2031. All signs point to some permanency. I often feel like I have less to write when I am doing well; much of my best writing was done during painful times of my life. So I try. I write a summertime poem looking over my lawn...
