The beautiful thing is I’m writing this. I kept at it. I’ve been able to keep writing for more than 3 hours in a row.
Heck and guacomole on mosty Tostitos… It took me more than 3 hours to write this blog post.
Marie Alice
Kiddo and Hubby-to-be are outside, under the first stars of this Halloween night.
!!!Trick or treat!!!
With a little pouch to collect money. This year, it’s a foundation helping kids get at least one meal a day, at school.
Kindness is needed in so many places… Can you imagine kids trick or treating with all the little pouches required just to help kids around the world? Heck, just in my neighbourhood!
Their poor necks would crack. Sainttorpidlittle, they would need a barrel to carry the lots of them!
Because, oh yes, yes, there are hungry kids, abused kids, abandoned kids in my comfortable neighbourhood, in my little peaceful (thanks to all the big G’s up there) francophone North American bubble. More than anybody on Earth cares to think. The ones who are aware of it anyway.
Kids are without food, safety, and love… while grocery stores are dumping food every single day, and love is wasted for so many tiny ridiculous reasons.
While veggies and fruits are discarded because they are not pretty enough for the consumer’s eye.
While wars, climate change, pesticides
are killing people,
are making people sick
are forcing thousands of hundred humans to migrate.
While that’s happening, while we’re breathing, trick or treating is happening in the quiet streets of my tiny quiet town.
Huh, What’s This Gotta Do With Writing?
Maybe it’s your first time here (thank you if that’s the case!) or you know this blog stuff now (thank you for hanging out with me!), but I’ve been under a writer’s block spell for a while now.
And oh dear am I working on it… oh dear, oh dear…
One thing that seems to put a stop to my attempts at writing a couple of chapters is the ability to focus despite all life concerns.
Or rather, the inability to transform, and metamorphose all those life concerns into stories.
It’s part of what writers do !!!
Instead, I get into a void of
melancholy
sadness
binge-watching vintage cartoons or animes or cooking shows.
Instead, I should read this excellent cozy mystery novel waiting on top of the to-read pile.
I should read, period.
Dust of Wonder
A vast land.
Spirals of dust swirl into a dawn-coloured sky.
Through the chaos, publicities. Loads of them. One for self-care, one for buying a new car, one for writing a book in 3 months using this XYZ method.
While all these thoughts were swirling in there, my loved ones got back home, freezing despite the warm coats they were wearing under their costumes. It’s been a 3 degrees Celsius Halloween out here this year.
Kiddo, face still bearing the marks of devilish makeup, went into an ultra-tired tantrum, which ended with a Max&Rubby story, big, big hugs, plus bedtime music.
All is quiet now. A ghost candle bought at IKEA just because it was there is burning nearby.
The poor dog is trying to settle down after an early evening of surprising events.
The beautiful thing is I’m writing this. I kept at it. I’ve been able to keep writing for more than 3 hours in a row.
It took more than 3 hours to write this blog post.
A short one by any standard.
Yet, here it is.
Marie Alice Writes & Reads 