Hi, just popping in for a quick update. I haven't forgotten you, and I really will return. But I have started a new job this month, among other new things, and things have been a little crazy. So hang in there, my friends. I will resume writing before too long, and hopefully it will be even better because of the break. :D
"You're more poet than anything." I folded my arms and glared at Ian. He sat perched on the edge of the roof, dressed like an adventurer. I coveted every part of his outfit -- the breezy shirt made of course cloth, the sturdy breeches, the leather boots that laced up to his calves, the dagger on his hip. Tomorrow he would set sail to a life I craved more than anything. But did he appreciate his opportunities? No. And I hated him for it. "Do you despise poets, Ingrid?" His voice was sad, but a grin twisted at the corners of his mouth as he finished his question. Those blue eyes of his cut in my direction with a teasing flash. "They don't DO anything." My thoughts and emotions ran in torrents, but I could see his flowing smoothly and quietly. Even in his uneasiness about the morrow, his face was a peaceful as a child falling asleep in his own bed. ...
Good luck with your job. :D
ReplyDeleteLife does get pretty crazy sometimes, I can totally relate :). Starting a new job sounds like it would be hectic! But yes, sometimes writing does improve after a break. Looking forward to your return :).
ReplyDeleteI miss seeing you around the internet, but I completely understand what it's like to be busy. I'll look forward to the time when the blogging world will be blessed by your presence yet again.
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