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I should have known better …

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Last week was my husbands last week of summer holiday and I had thought that with him wanting to be as much as possible with the kids I could get some writing done. Yeah right! Who was I kidding! Tuesday morning I woke with a sore throat and a few hours after that my voice was gone So instead of sitting down at my laptop, I lay flat out on the sofa drinking tea and feeling sorry for myself.

The day after Pumpkin started to sneeze, and we had some fun nights with a very fussy baby resulting in me feeling even more poorly. All the writing and editing I had planned didn’t happen, but I did get to write some poetry.

A morning walk

the sun is ever slower across the bluest sky
a wind in mourning whispers: we're all just passers by
when sweet summer takes a brush to her golden hair
autumn kisses roses on her skin so light and fair
the ocean swells and hides things forever lost
soon our lush summer gardens are taken by the frost
the dusty road passes fields of barley and of oats
in early morning bliss my soul to heaven floats

I also found this English poetry site and have posted some of my English poems there. Funny thing how different Swedish and English sites are: feels like Swedes are less inclined to say something (be it good or bad) of someone’s writing. On the English site I got five comments on my first piece and this just shortly after I posted it.

Today is the first day that Pumpkin’s better, hubby has gone off to work and it’s just me and the kids. She’s napping now, so again I thought: Time to get some writing done! And again, Yeah right! The twins were hopeless this morning, fighting instead of playing and I had to go be Mean Mom and tell them they wouldn’t get to watch a film later if they kept this up. The Pirate started bawling, thinking me ever so unfair and the Princess gave me a dirty look and shut the door to her room with a loud bang!

The only thing I’ll manage to write this morning is my blog post, I can already hear Pumpkin moving about in her bed, waking up any second now. And soon it’s time to feed the horde. I just hope they’ve forgotten the pudding we have in the fridge, so I can get them to eat some fruit … Yeah right!
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  1. Eva HolmquistAugust 6, 2012 at 12:00 PM

    I suffered the same thing last week (last week of my vacation). Lots of plans, buta sore throat and a fuzzy brain made almost all writing impossible. Bad luck! Why do we get a cold in the middle of the summer?

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    1. seskasenniAugust 7, 2012 at 1:07 AM

      You'd think we would be rested enough to withstand any bug that tries to make us sick. Your guess is as good as mine, maybe to remind us of or own mortality? ;-)

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  2. UnknownAugust 13, 2012 at 2:14 PM

    I haven't gotten nearly enough writing done this vacation, either. Soon I'll be back at work and my time will drop. It's this brain. It demands rest when I want to be creative.

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    1. seskasenniAugust 14, 2012 at 9:45 AM

      I know, I just started work this week and haven't done any writing at all. :(

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