First Day of Autumn: Another Full Journal in the Compost

Like a colorful, drying leaf that’s served its great purpose, absorbing sunlight and creating nourishing energy, that now falls gently down to earth, so I shelve another journal fully absorbed with my musings, blatherings, rough drafts, ideas; a smattering collection of words, some dumb, some brilliant, most, probably, somewhere in between.  These pages absorbed rays of written energy and in turn, nourished me and whoever may read what writing made it to this blog.

Gonna rake the journal up now onto the shelf and throw it on the pile of other ones and let it sit for awhile.  Maybe all that verbiage will break down, ferment, and in a spell I’ll come back and possibly, hopefully find rich, literary compost for a story, a poem, an essay, a book.

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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