In Parenthesis

I survived yesterday with no new scars. (Insert applause here.)

I fiddled yesterday with actual words on paper, not just concepts and high-flying plots. (Insert cartoonish gasps here.)

I smiled yesterday… and continue to smile today. (No insertions needed.)

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Adrift

For the first time in 15 months I’m feeling adrift… and it’s delightful.

Flat on my back, face to the sun, the literary waves carrying me wherever they will, I have not a thing to do.

I think I might just smile for a while.

Oh, the sea gulls will come and start pecking at me to get busy in due time, but until then I believe I will just luxuriate in a rare self-satisfied grin.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe