Well dear lovely-chops, we are faced with a rather pleasant dilemma (as much of an oxymoron as that is) for I have got myself a job – for at least a few months.
This current life outcome makes me very happy as I am a sociable human bean, although it does somewhat jeopardise the content creation for this blog. I will do as I mostly do, and write a week’s worth of content at some point of the weekend and schedule it. However, regulars will know that content for Poetry Sundays takes the longest amount of thinking time. I am quite blessed to have an hour long lunch in rather nice green surroundings so henceforth I will attempt to commune with the Muse at noon.
She’s a diva. Just sayin’.
So, this post is just a “YAY ME!” post really, mingled with a promise to not drop the ball.
I have to confess saying that leads me to wonder which ball was the original ball and in what particular situation. I would be attempted to assume that there is a Greek in that particular idiomatic horse somewhere.
Answers on a postcard or in the comments section would be very much appreciated. If you have even an inkling, do say hello. The Escritorium looks very kindly on things like inklings and all things writerly and wordy. We’re particularly fond of blots and splodges.
~ Pola ~