The daily grind

The task of daily living is all occupying. When we work for a boss the time is easily marked by office hours and the commute to and from work. If you are lucky to work from home, the easier task is to avoid the commute, but the challenge to 'set the hours' become more difficult. This I learn the hard way as I continue to struggle with a deadline that slipped a long time ago. Being hyperactive with a short attention span makes it even more difficult... What had this got to do with writing a blog? You might want to ask... Well, to the overactive mind... everything... it is afternoon and I have to post something. What to publish today? The local government elections in South Africa is fueling a lot of news from home. the very calm cold weather in Skuttunge makes we want to curl up and grab the next good book. So instead, I can report that I made at least 3 dozen potato samoosas (ha ha.. I'm getting better at folding) and the challenge of sending some poems and a short bio to an online journal. The mind is still going on that one.

A year and one day to date...

A writer be

I call myself
A writer
Composing lines
In-between
Thinking
Laundry
Seeking recipes
For old favorite foods
Learning how to garden
In climates
New

I call myself
A writer
Yet, scared
To share the lines
Other than
The occasional few
Calling praise
Seeking me to publish
Others must see
A world filling me
Occasionally
With a visionary’s craze

I call myself
A writer
Mostly
Unsolicited opinions
Life’s little quirks
The intermittent outlet
An artist’s perk
Views with words
My souls’ dearth
Am I worthy
This title
On this
Forsaken
Earth

By Simone Naik Noemdoe, 16 February 2010