Thanksgiving Throwout

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL!!

As I started to slip into my turkey coma this evening, I came to the realization that IT'S THURSDAY!!  I want so much to keep up with my blog and do what I said I was going to do, so here I sit fighting the tryptophan and putting in an honest "days work."

I find the harder I work on this, the more discouraging it becomes. Not only because I want it so much and it is hard work, but also because i read too much. I find myself asking if I am good enough. What if I embarrass myself, my family, the people who have helped and supported me along the way. Then there are the articles, what not to do, mistakes that are made. They are helpful, but I find my self wondering if the scenarios apply to everyone. The fact of the matter is I can't afford an editor, or a cover artist. I find myself doubting my instincts. I know I am a good writer, it is the only thing that got me through college. I just wonder if I am good enough for the general public, who are not interested in my use of transitional phrases and vocabulary.

With this thought I segway to what I should be thankful for.

I am thankful for the people in my life that actually take the time to show they care. I am thankful for the encouraging words I receive from those who I rarely see but always ask me how my books are coming. I am thankful for my family, and my child who proudly told her teacher at conferences, "My mommy is writing a book, she is going to be famous." I am thankful for my job and that I can keep a roof over my head. And I thank you for coming back week after week to support me in my endeavor. I hope i don't disappoint.

ON TO THE TEASERS

Muse vol 2



                                          146 B.C

I walk through the throng of bodies writhing on the floor of the bathhouse. The occasional hand reaches out to me, pulling on my robes, fondling my breasts. I bat them away disdainfully. I loathe that the people of Olympus deem these incestuous orgies acceptable.  Dionysus grabs me forcing his tongue down my throat, and I push him away. I do not want any part of him or his fornicating lifestyle.
            I was asked to come to the party to sing and read my poetry. I should have known it would turn into this. Yet I came, because I was born to be a muse; the muse of erotic poetry and music. My life’s work was written for me before I was born. I did not choose my path, it was chosen for me.


Captured




“Sara if you don’t have your ass in that car in five minutes I am leaving without you!” I yell up the stairs at my scatter-brained twin. She has been on the phone with her Fiance for over an hour, which left me to do most of the heavy lifting and packing myself. I should say her heavy lifting and packing as I could get everything I was bringing including my tent in one suitcase.
“I’ll be there in a minute mom.” She says sarcastically as I see her cross into the bathroom one more time.
            “Good, then you will have three minutes to spare.” I snipe back.


Once again thanks for returning weekly ( i hope) to read my work. now go and get some sleep (or go shopping) kiss your babies, and give thanks for all of your blessings!



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