It’s only April 12th, and I’m on my twelfth day of “A Poem A Day.” I think I missed two days in the beginning, but made up for it by writing a few more poems. I haven’t written one today, yet. Not sure if I can.
After sleeping for four and a half hours last night, I woke up, made coffee, got our luggage ready, and we all made for the airport. Then, we all flew to Toronto to visit my father-in-law and his wife.
We’ve been here since late morning today.
Not much to report. Wet, cool, windy day. Nice fire in fireplace. Nice lunch and dinner. Our child is happy, because she loves visiting her Grandpa and Grannie. She also loves their dog, who’s thrilled to have a kid to play with.
It’s peaceful here. I like it. So does my daughter. My husband is preparing for a concert he’s giving this coming week.
That’s all for today, folks. Perhaps, tomorrow, I might write two poems to make up for today. Or perhaps, after midnight, tonight, I’ll write something, if only to keep the habit fresh.
Writing is, or should be, a habit. One cannot wait around for inspiration. Inspiration’s waiting for one! One has to set out on the road first.
Goodnight!
Love,
Dreamer of Dreams