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It’s hard to believe but I had just ONE writing session all month. I did 4943 words of a police thriller type story. I didn’t even do any essay writing either.

I got tremedously busy in June and have forgotten to eat for days on end, and blown my exercise goals too. I blinked and June disappeared.

Today I wrote a thank you note for Gary and Greg. Really went well I thought. I enjoyed it, and felt it really captured what I wanted to say. And also changed me some just writing it. Softened me. Made me get in touch with my own heartfulness.

There is a crack. Roots bury themselves deeper, enlarging the gap. I try to hold it in one piece but the intrusion is to great for me to overcome. I am splitting apart. Crumbling in all directions.

My total words for May was 63,831, most of it kid’s fiction, all of it non-serious. There was no romantic fiction this month. There were eleven days where I wrote enough words to be worth recording which means I am writing one day in three.

There was some non-fiction science and spirituality writing which I don’t include here.

I’m happy with my progress because it was more than April. Now to see what June brings!

I have been writing a lot of poems this month. I find it comes easy and its easier to get your feelings out that way.

There was a moment that I didn’t even realise had passed
Where we swayed to the uncomfortable side of “in love”
And this morning I found us balanced on the very tip of an arrow
Scared to breathe I’ve been inhaling so slowly all day
I won’t risk whispering anything in your ear tonight
Or a careless brush against you while we sleep
My heart is feathers and they are scattered all over this home
I will gather them up in a pillowcase to sleep safer so I remember to
Keep my feelings in check and think head before heart
Head before heart
Move with intention
Love with care
Think with clarity
Be so still
So quiet
We can stay like this forever
If we don’t wake up
Don’t fall further
The wrong side of love
Out

My total words for May have just passed 40,000. None of it is serious. The latest story is just a pioneer farming type story.

It will be interesting to see what my average is in a couple more months. One month it was 85, the next month it was 32. That’s a pretty wide range.

I want to write…

To reach out.
To share.
To give.

To leave something behind when I leave this world…

I will get started. Now.

~Varada

Submitted the book.Still no reply.Will try other publishers. Looking for an illustrator

i want to wake up in a new life
where i have grown some kind of backbone
and a dream that is made of something more
stable than stardust
My fingers will be strong enough to hold onto
your heavy heart and my eyes will see
everything that you could possibly be
in one moment in time
I will be so fair and free that birds will
get tired trying to fly close to me
and when I come to the wall that is holding me back
I will tear it apart with the doubt that i lack
I will be, I will be, I will be
Flawless
Unbreakable
Impossible