My song

A poem about letting go of an artistic project. In my case, Nanowrimo ‘09.

Poem.

An ode to that mystical figure with whom all writer’s have a love/hate relationship.

The written word can be prophetic.

Sometimes I have a feeling to write but the vision has not become clear keeping balance and in a state of ambiguity. I wish I could pay for the answer as if I were buying a piece of candy.

I love being on Triond, I never knew that there were so many talented and wonderful people. I love you all.

The art of the moose.

How nice would life be if you could make a decent living doing what you enjoy best.

Daily inspirations…You!