Oops! My love bird replied......tweet tweet....tweeeeeeet ( the last vowel made me spring for my travel bags. ). But be assured, I am not leaving this blog un-satisfied....hahaha..love that word, made me feel devious...oops too much sex thoughts...pre-travel buildup. ). I would post some extra parts of the current tales to keep it going.
How long would I be gone? 7 days... and unlikely they have internet access.... I needed some new inspiration, and ideas.
Cheers
Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
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