Monday, 23 December 2013

Puddle wonderful

It is the day before Christmas Eve. The Loved One and I have guests arriving this evening.  We have lots to do -- food to be bought, beds to be made, washing to be done and put away, meals to be prepared...



But for five minutes I am sitting here writing because it makes me feel alive; makes me feel puddle-wonderful, as ee cummings would say. 

To all other writers all over the world...Merry Christmas. 

Let your spirit shine forth in your work...