In September the words for Wednesday are given to us by Delores at Mumblings. These 4 posts, already auto-posted, will be her last ever, as a troll has made her withdraw totally and definitely from the digital world. I for one don't know if I am more sorry to see her go or angry at said troll.
I still seem to suffer from some sort of "delayed writers' block". The words and photos speak to me only after weeks of fermenting.
As I don't think that my shortcomings should prevent anybody from participating I repeat the words here for all to see:
THE SEASON THAT SPEAKS TO YOUR HEART
and/or
SO MANY WAYS TO SAY 'I'M SORRY'
Maybe you could say that I used the first sentence in this chapter of Unicorm Farm. At least I think so.
I am still in Delores shock, and the words are just sitting like a lump of stone in my brain.
SvarSletIt makes me sad and angry, too. Why some people have to be poison mean is beyond me.
SvarSlet"Words like a lump of stone in the brain". Yes indeed this is how I feel too. Let's hope we go from feeling this brain-constipation from sadness and anger to a willingness to write as a tribute to Delores and freedom.
SvarSlet