Time (said in 3 syllables)

Currently difficult to impossible to fathom where the time is going, has gone. October nearly vanished, we are actually moving into the hyper-acceleration months of November and December, when Thanksgiving and Christmas bleed into one and my son turns 3. Another year zipping by! And so I have posted a picture of moss. Neon posing, gorgeously clingy, moss is—no, of course I’m not going to continue. However, when T I M E  P A S S I N G impedes sanity, staring at moss calms these Final Quarter Of The Year repeated self-questions: Didn’t I just give birth? Wasn’t it only yesterday that I “finished” my children’s novel? I’m how old now and how many years younger is that than J.K. Rowling (and Madonna) and how many years older than Stephanie Meyer (and Lady GaGa)? ???

 Look at it—M O S S. A combination of Riverish and Stuck. Rock Thought (manifested). What a Muse sweats. No, of course I’m not going to continue. Am returning to goals 1 and 2 before my son is 16 and asking me for the car keys and even the prehistoric moss is dead.

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About PB Rippey

Writer, wife, mother, fortunate.
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One Response to Time (said in 3 syllables)

  1. Dude- you even make moss sound interesting. How the hell do you do that?

    “Riverish and stuck. Rock thought (manifested)”?
    That is awesome.

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