A week of pain
Has been left behind
It seemed to try its worst
Death and sadness
Lackluster moods
A diet dashed to the rocks
All culminating
In a day of agony and stress
That time has passed
A week anew
I’m tired of the games
Deadlines can kiss my ass
Only miracles are overnight
I wish to go the distance
Forging my path
With a sword of my own design
Legends of Windemere 
You okay my friend? huggs
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Rough week and the stress caught up to me. I’m fine now. Hoping it continues to improve though.
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A lot of us going through that lately… wondering why… are we in mercury retrograde again or something?
Hope it improves for you too my friend…
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Things should get better. I’m going to try to go with the flow though.
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I just finished Prodigy. I can’t wait to read the next book now.
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Glad you liked it. Working on some last minute edits of Allure of the Gypsies. Life has caused a slight delay.
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I’m sure.
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May a new week bring some new light. 🙂
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I hope so. Probably just go back to bed though.
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Today begins the yesterday of tomorrow. May all of yours be bright 🙂
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It’s too early for me to figure out the math behind that. 😉
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Hell yeah! Come out swinging big dog! Poetry should bring out the emotion and this one did. Speaking of poetry, are you still slacking on the next collection? 😀 Not like you have anything else going on you know… he he he
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I don’t even have it planned since I have so much else to do. The poetry collection doesn’t really sell, so I have to focus on the big projects.
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Well boo. I bought it. I’ll buy the next one too, so you have a guaranteed sale… 😉
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Probably something to put together when I have a long break between books and the time to put it together. I might make the next one bigger, but 100 poems sounds extreme.
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