Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' - all are welcome here! Every Friday, we do a fun free-write. For fun. And Freedom!
Write whatever you want in the 'comments' section on this blog post. Play as many times as you like. #breaktheblog! You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
Her hair is the color of spring sunlight, soft and golden, always shifting - slight turns of the head bring showers of shadow and magic. She is beauty, walking with soft feet, gentle smile, "Dadda, can we play for a little while?"
It's amazing to me that such small arms can give such mighty hugs. Direct connection, just love. Soft pats on the shoulder. I know she'll get older, I'm not about keeping people small. I already feel like I know who she will be when she is tall. And she will be amazing.
Free from guile, fed by giggles and made up riddles. When I am with my children, I am the best me I can possibly be. They do not know the things I regret. They never met the man who would have been too self-centered to notice a crack in a smile. 'Cause every smile cracks, but a quick kiss on the forehead trumps super glue every time.
Today is a birthday, and that makes this particularly relevant, but I think about it every day. I walked so many hard goddamn roads. So many tales remain to be told. And there were far too many tolls to pay. But it got me here. To this day. More excited than a four year old. From this vantage point, the future looks bright indeed.
BREAK THE BLOG FOR ME! AND GIVE ME SOME STUFF TO READ! Get 'em! :)
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