True to Form

Procrastination...I'm so very good at it. Wow - 10 months later and here's the 2nd post for 2009. I guess my life just isn't that interesting. Or I'm lazy. Or my short-term memory for things like this is really, really getting fuzzy. Is there a good vitamin for memory boosting? Heck! I'm only 35. I shouldn't have to worry about memory boosting so soon, do I? What was I talking about? Oh, yeah. Procrastination and how I'm really good at it. I looked up the list of Farmer's Markets again today. It had been my goal to hit more that just the Ogden one this year, like usual. However - looking at the list, they all ended last of September or yesterday. Hmm...ok, then. So - now I'm preparing my list of Halloween themed events to attend. We'll see how many I actually get to. There's the Odyssey Dance Theater's production of "Thriller" that I'd really like to go to. I have to do at least one haunted house (taking Alex to it, at any rate - :)) Corn mazes and Oktoberfest and Thanksgiving Point and Witches Night out. SOOO many fun things to do! If only I'd get out and do them. Wow, I really should be more organized by my age, right? I should have hit that "put together" stage of life at 30. I did finally send out a few query letters to agents on my book. I've been procrastinating that dream for some time. I've also received 2 rejections. It's dis-heartening, but - I'll keep sending them out, keep editing my stuff, keep writing. If there's one thing I try to do without letting procrastination drive it into oblivion...it's my writing. It's a (late) start, at any rate. Oooh! And I did finally go to Europe! London, baby! It was fabulous. Maybe my "put together" stage starts now. One step at a time. I'll try to make my next post before 2010. Ciao, bellas! :)

Spontaneous Poetry

Out the window is white in the morning
I wonder if it's snowed
hand is cold on the pane
and I huff my breath
and look for the white mist
that should follow
It's just another winter day

I want to be in it
and out of it at the same time
warm and snug
with snowflakes touching my face
a blanket soft on my skin
and icicles dripping
on an outstretched hand

I love it when the world is white
It makes it easier to see
the dirt that hangs underneath
It's comforting to know it's there
under a bright blanket
reassuring and frightening
to know that nothing's perfect

Just another winter day
the clouds that block out the sun
the ice in the air
and just that chance
that you might slip
because someone always slips
even in a white world.