W.O. #7 – Deciding on Dawn

Okay, life is good but full. I feel like I am a stiff skeleton too bothered to build muscles and flesh. Very blunt, very matter of the fact. Just get it done. Your only excuse is death. The end. Don’t feel sorry; it’s actually a funny and weird growing season.

Writing opportunity #7 has us (really just me–insert crazy lady laughter here) use alliteration with the first letter of our names to compose a 50-word description for ourselves.

Here’s mine (the title of this one is my current mood):

“Deciding on Dawn”

Deliriously determined
Days in the depths of definition
Discourse of dissolution to display
Dot–dot–dash

Daisies drowning in dew
The love-hate of the details
Daring to dig deeper
Dot–dot–dash

Diligent and distant as a drive thru
Dazzle or dream
Get done or dismiss
Dot–dot–dash

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

TA-DAA!

And, now time for a nap! Well, not really. That doesn’t happen unless I’m physically ill or dangerously tired. Instead it will be a dialogue with God in a hammock, reading chair, or with lists at the kitchen table staring at the knots in the wood. Just need to mull stuff (writing stuff) over.

Until next time … (hopefully with less mulling and more actual writing) …