Birds

Birds are curious creatures to me.  I love to watch in envy as the turkey vultures fly--solo, against a clear blue backdrop. I envy the vantage point from which they view the neighborhood; they are fearless, independent, alone in the sky, then with friends.  I've often chased them, and the moon.  Flying insects bemuse me as well, dragonflies zip right up to our faces at our kids' soccer games, only to disappear as quickly.
I thought, what perfect creatures to work as spies among the worlds? Who would suspect that their most vulnerable moments could be usurped by the wasp flitting around, the vulture looming overhead?

Writing Every Day

My novel is coming along slowly.  My life does not afford me enough time to live in my head with my characters.  This is a blessing and a curse.  I love my life and those in it, yet I would love to let part of my mind sit in a room of her own for a while, and not come out until she's written everything the voices in her head see and hear.  The voices get loud at the most inconvenient times, so I think that writing a blog each day might help me get the air out of the spigot on a more regular basis.