My weekend was a long one. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not a big fan of the long weekend when it just won’t end. When it’s a good one, time goes by quickly, right? This one wasn’t particularly bad, but it wasn’t the greatest either. To say I’m happy that Monday is finally here is an understatement. I get two days before I’m back in my closet hiding out with the wine, cheese, crackers, pillows. blankets, books, music…my little padded room with all the necessities I need to make it through a holiday weekend with four kids. Truthfully, I’m only dreading it because three of them are all still trying to get over some sinus cold they got, and having ALL four boys in one place with THAT going on is not fun. I still haven’t come down with it to the extent they have but I’ve had the sinus headache and that was enough.
Posts may or may not happen this week due to that and the holiday. We’ll see. And now for a NaNo update. I am not going to ‘win’ NaNo. I am so far behind right now with only a slight hope of catching up. I’m still writing, and I’m still going to try and get as much written as I can. But I am not going to break myself just to make 50k words in the next eight days. It’s not worth my sanity. Besides, I have a good start on my book, and that’s worth it to me. It’s so much better than having nothing at all. Plus, I’ve learned quite a lot from participating in NaNo, and I’m putting those lessons to good use. Next year, though, NaNo will be mine.
The poem I have for today’s Monday’s Muse is one I just wrote this morning. It’s about the balance in a relationship when you aren’t sure of anything and it looks as if your world is ending. It’s not a happy poem by any means, but I hope it touches you in some way despite it’s somber feeling.
And now, I wish you a Happy Monday. Let’s kick this holiday week in the butt and get it started already!
By Jessica Scott
this hard won balance that has settled.
The slightest provocation, one soft breath,
and it will crumble,
like sugar melting in water.
Walking this thin tightrope with
eggshell emotions carried on sleeves,
placing each foot carefully, moving slowly,
toe to heel-shift-toe to heel-shift,
head up, eyes straight,
don’t look at the ground
too far away, and no net to stop a fall.
Falling is inevitable:
fall in love…
take a leap of faith…
jump and hope for wings…
Analogies, metaphors, figurative language,
for this indescribable feeling,
until we discover we had no wings to begin with
when we hit the ground-
and we break.