|Gracie and Trouble needed to get involved.|
"Oh, would he kiss her or walk away? She held her breath and waited. He moved closer and closer."
Now it has earned its place in the book.
I do like how the branches could become lines for the poem.
Can make the whole world shining new;
Can shape tomorrow, change a life..."
Part of a poem by Helen L. Marshall
Although all my work has a juvenile look about it, I guess I need to embrace that look and make the most of it.
At the library, I am always worried I will make a costly mistake, I suffer through the audit, worrying someone will tell me I am wrong. When the Newsletter and Calendar go out, I am waiting for someone to tell me I didn't proofread well enough. I am constantly worried that my memory will start to fade before I retire and people will notice that I can't remember where I have filed things- I always want, need, gotta be PERFECT for people who don't appreciate me or take me for granted.
Here, in this world, I just have to BE.
Don't like what I created?
Crumple it up and throw it away, cover it over with something else, cut it up and use it on something else---- or simply TURN THE PAGE.
And still I criticize myself, what gives?