WRITING FROM MAY, 17, 2024
2 Drafts
Hello again,
It's me your friendly neighborhood-inspired writer, Peggy Elms. I'm back again with some of the beautiful inspiration I get from the Writers Collective of Canada fellow writers. We are a very diverse bunch from all parts of the world. I get so excited anytime I have a workshop and they are more and more inspiring, fun, creative and a warm place to come to and share whatever we have on our minds, in our hearts and here we go.
Thank you for stopping by always, Peggy
(Inpired by: Every story I create creates me. I write to create myself. -Octavia E. Butler)
She had gone through rough times in the past years
Who hasn't right, I'll mention only the Covid drama and you'll understand
Yet this woman had never really stopped to find out who she was
The nine-to-five, the kids and daycare, the husband, the keeping house bit
Was that all there was to life?
Not that she didn't love caring for all her family and colleagues at the office
She felt lost now that her children were growing and doing things on their own
The older colleagues were leaving one by one in retirement
Her husband kept busy with work, golf, and fishing on week-ends.
She was not so useful to them anymore
It was time she decided to seek out this woman in another role than a mother,
wife, colleague, and friend
She then vowed solemnly to create a new self
But that would be after her day at the office of course.
Peggy Elms, writer
May 17, 2024
(Inspired by: The universe buries strange jewels deep within us all, then stands back to see if we can find them. -Elizabeth Gilbert)
Mama, am I good at anything, Sarah asked as soon as she came dashing through the door from the playground.
Yes, of course, why do you ask? You are good at a lot of different things, dear.
Tell me what then mama, I couldn't do anything the other kids did today.
I tried skipping rope and tripped over it every time
Then it was cycling and fell dragging rocks in my knees, see all the blood.
This is an honest draft as all the others but sometimes they are shorter but that's the way it goes sometimes. I didn't miss all the amazing drafts the others wrote that day. I smiled, cried and mostly was inspired to do more.
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