I’m Walking

Below is a photo of my sister’s battered copy of my book:

THINGS I WILL TELL YOU WHEN I AM DEAD: published by Hidden Brook Press In August, 2017 and available online at Chapters/Indigo. Followed by a blurb from Jacob Scheier.

The presentation will improve along with my WordPress Skills.

I hope this blog will help find a direction in my new work. There are two projects I am working on & both need to find their stride. I guess the their in that sentence would be me, the writer. Fiction, non-fiction and BLOGGER!

During TIFF I saw the always stellar, John Turturro, on Bay Street, entering the Manuel Life Centre. He commadned the street as though it belonged to him. No-one questioned his dominance over the space. It just was. There were not any autograph hungry fans chasing John, who was intensely walking, but with a regular but brilliant guy vibe. A diamond in the rough. He did not seem like a bully he just happened to own the space around him.

Ruminating& Writing is my space to command as the spirit moves me. I am euphoric I completed the modules & sad Blog school is ending. But I look forward to the posts of the magical and wondrous bloggers of Kerry Clare’s 2021 February class.

Anxiety is a bit drug like. So much adrenaline and when released a feeling of euphoria follows. Which I adore. This seems out of left field but I am completing a thought that. belonged in my last post. Anxiety makes my life more interesting, exciting and pushes me forward. Too much of good thing, an overflow of adrenaline can cause havoc, but is not lethal.

Below is a photo of my sister’s battered copy of my book: THINGS I WILL TELL YOU WHEN I am DEAD: published by Hidden Brook Press In August, 2017 and available online at Chapters/Indigo.

The presentation will improve along with my WordPress Skills.

This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is img_1964-1.jpeg
This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is img_1937-2-copy-2-e1614538674737.jpg

A brief cryptic poem:

Houseguest

twenty-one poems – thirty years ago

Set me free from notions of closure

You have my couch & I have a blog

to kick it out on

No longer homeless

During a pandemic

I met a cat a Scottish cat

Who migrated to the Opeongo Road

I am his house guest

Love to all

Published by marylorettawhelan

I new to blogging and without a clue. I am grateful for Blog School.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: