We gathered our workers and got started.
They decided it wasn't so bad after all. It was even a little fun.
I took a break and looked at the view.
I even enjoyed the view from the hammock.
But not for long. I had too many other things to do.
Later, I went to Barnes and Noble to look over some books on poetry. I bought a hot chocolate and pulled theThe Poetry Toolkit: For Readers and Writersoff the shelf.
Then I found a cozy chair where I felt at home, across from the theater books. To my left was a man who was also writing, reading, and drinking a Starbucks. We held our cups up at the same time and smiled at each other.
Ahh . . . bliss.
My poetry teacher popped into my mind; I thought about the mind-expanding experience I had in her class. (Private message me if you want information on her classes.) Then I decided to check my email where I found a message from her telling me of a poetry anthology in San Diego that is looking for writers.
I love synchronicity.
My deadline to submit is tomorrow. I guess I'd better sign off and get on it.
Happy almost Monday.