I miss my Mom

9 hour countdown. I hate the waiting. The prize is worth it though. It's Christmas Eve and I want to open all my presents. It's a wonderful feeling.

I had a strange experience yesterday. Someone wanted to use one of my poems to help their client. The details aren't important here but the fact she thought so highly of my poem really touched me. I guess I never had any aspirations as a poet. I just wrote for me. It is so rewarding when people identify with my poems. Now, I am writing short stories. I have one fan. She says she loves my stories.

I miss my Mom. She was such an avid reader. I think she would really enjoy reading my stories. I think she would have been a good editor for me too. I will dedicate my first novel to her if I ever get that far. Novels scare me. It is so much more involved technically and emotionally. I won't write pulp. I think action novels are fun entertainment, but not what I think is my strong suit. I like the deep emotional connection between characters and conflict. I guess I am a sap too because I like when dramatic movies have a romantic angle too.

Too my biggest fan, my faraway friend. You know who you are. I love you. You are my muse! I love writing and writing to you is such a bonus. Keep reading please.

Peace

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