What Have I Been Doing?

Saturday, November 11, 2017

On this solemn day, I find myself tapping away at the keyboard, watching the crows flying back and forth from the trees outside my dining room window.  The sun is finding open patches in the clouds from which to send forth its rays of light. 

Forward progress is slowly being made with my manuscript.  Two amazing ladies have read either portions of the manuscript, or all of it!  Consistent and constructive comments have been offered so back at it, I go.  More words are one of the recommendations.  20,000 in fact.  Hmmmmm.   

Being childless for the weekend, a quiet at-home working environment provides the setting for a 24-hour writing blitz.   Plenty of tea, water and the odd break away to either the yoga studio across the street, or a jog along the river, will keep me fresh.

11 o'clock, however, will be the time for reflection.  Always remember.

IN FLANDERS FIELDS POEM

By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!

Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields