Just So You Know What's Happening Here
Yep. Every word in my novels is a lie. From the made-up names of the characters to what they do and why they do it, all just a pack of filthy lies. And I can’t seem to stop myself. I think the clinical term for my condition is a WRITER. No cure yet (thank Goodness).
Words for the soul
Exit Strategy
(Honorable mention in Goodreads June 2014 newsletter).
Crash through the cubicle wall and cry
Freedom as you race past the security desk.
Lace up those boots born for walking.
Savor the crunch of the dry leaves beneath your feet.
Touch the low branches along your path as you would
caress a well-earned paycheck.
Arrive early to greet the morning fog.
Stay late under a canopy of approving stars.
Usher in an outdoor life.
Outsource your inner qualms.
Hire the sun to be your clock, and appoint
a white rabbit to manage your calendar.
Lounge on the soft grass of your new office, and
tell the mockingbirds to hold all calls.
