There is time when chasing the thing that you want more
than breath is a bad idea. Needless to say it’s the bad ideas that are the
hardest to walk away from.
Sitting at my desk yesterday I looked out my window
and watched as a bird flew back and forth from my new birdhouse to a nest she’d
made in a large oak tree. There was nothing spectacular about what the bird was
doing something so simple as feeding her family. Like most birds I chase a
dream of feeding my need to be a successful writer. But unlike the bird I can’t
find a ready supply of success to feed my creative muse.
My muse is petrified of failure and she often hides
while I sit and ponder where she is and why she want come out and write. So are
the trials and tribulations of chasing a dream.
Abby
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