To be free
Like a little bee
To fly where one may
Any which way.
To soar under the sun
And just have some fun
To be little me
So cheery and free.
To sit on a flower
For even an hour
To embrace life
And ignore strife.
To be free
Like a little bee
To have no woes
And just repose.
. . . Hey, never claimed to be a poet. But it sure was fun pretending to be one (he-he).
I think I’ll challenge Lindy-Loo and Cousin Jilly to pull on their rhymester caps. You listening, ladies?
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Author: tylerus
I'm primarily a writer of fiction and blog posts, and a sometimes editor and proofreader of books, manuals, and film/television scripts. Fact-checking and researching, organizing and coordinating are skills and joys (I enjoy playing detective and developing structure). My fiction audience: lovers of female-sleuth mysteries. My genres of preference: mysteries (needless to say), women’s fiction, informative and helpful “affirmative” non-fiction.
So-o, here I am, staring up a new blog for aspiring and established e-Book writers. The plan: to share the (long) journey of getting to this stage, and share "learnings" and "teachings". There's a lot I hope to accomplish with this blog, but it may be a while before that happens as there's a lot on the ol' plate - taking care of Mom, working full-time, and attempting to get another book in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series written (never mind blog postings and other writing projects).
It's very challenging and it's all good. As I like to say: teeny focused baby steps are just as effective as long forceful strides. It may take a little longer, but we will get there.
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