Their worlds and words are a part
of my days and my nights and my
in-betweens. They talk to me while
I cook,
watch TV,
drive, and sleep. They give me
scenes and dialog and dilemmas; joy and sorrow and
horror. They give me
the impossible, and task me to make it plausible. At least
enjoyable.
There’s Aggie and her mason jar, and
Rosemary’s wish, the one she won’t
take back. Then there’s
the woman who runs over the not-quite-a-man, in a town
on the edge
of forever. And crusty Queenie, who
never did much right, who
never thought it quite necessary, who
might manage to do some good.
There’s Yvonne and Jacob, back in 1949,
Bonnie-Jane and Hannelore, in 1985. And still,
in stories written and always calling, Nell and Ledanora,
Mabel and Frankie and Tracy. Back and back, to
Ethen and Zihariel, Linhare and Wait. There are
warriors and queens who knock on my skull–Remember us?
I do. I do. How can I forget? You were once
my everything. The foundation of
my everything. The beginning of
Everything.
If not another book gets published, I will
write and write and write. There will be
mutiny, otherwise. Inside my head. In
dreams and waking. I’ll walk about like a character
from Wonderland, quite mad and rather glad to be so. Better
than the knowing, the abandoning, the void of a well
left to dry.
I prefer the parade never end, a continuous loop, of
characters and places already known, and those
slipping the red-ropes to join in, unannounced but
always welcome, to dance their dances and sing their songs, to
tell their tales and ask for my assistance in
ditching the parade for
broader horizons.
Modesty Is For Suckers 
Oh, let the parade march it’s way to pages and pages forever! Hugs!🥰🥰
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Forever and ever and ever!
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And you can have a secondary career as a poet!
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Only if I had a sugar daddy…oh, wait…I do! Hehehee!
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Actually it makes sense to me too! 😊 I know some of those people, though not as well as you. Thank you for all your wonderful stories. Never stop writing!
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Thanks! Without you, some of those characters wouldn’t be half as lovely. ❤️
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I think some of us understand 🙂 We may not know all of your friends that speak to you in the shower, lol, but we know our own that sneak up on us doing mundane everyday things, and glad that they do.
Happy 2019 and here’s to great stories, more writing and lots of visits while driving. ❤
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Happy 2019 to you, my dear! Glad Justus, Spookie and Mick are still haunting you! 🙂
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You’re so clever! It makes some sense to me, too 🙂
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😎😘😊
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