Friday, June 4, 2010
feeling like myself
After a medical scare I am resting according to my doctor.
But a woman has to dress. Too many days in my workout clothing has made me itching for some black swathed fun.
The writing is still part of the day. It feels natural now, almost like when I was a kid and filled my note books with stories so fast my father bought blank books in packs of twelve for me.
Although I am not as free flowing as the child writer I was; I get flushed with sweet smile. One I can't help, when I step away from the computer every day.