I haven’t written much in a while. Life has been strange for a few months… A year of months. I’m a few letters behind for the boys. Those will be coming soon as I have finally written them. And I’ve started writing with Revis again, who is kindly not holding me to the editing I’m supposed to be doing so we can publish the next book in our Seven Sceptres series. Writing comes easier than editing. Hopefully, though, getting back into the swing of things here, with words like these, will kick me into gear on the work I’m supposed to be doing. Hopefully. We’ll see. In the meantime, if it is your sort of thing, grab a glass and join me for a drink.
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Here’s to the words I never dared to share for fear of the consequences I would have to pay.
Here’s to the words I was brave enough to say, consequence be damned, come what may.
Here’s to the guilt I carry for all the choices I truly wish I hadn’t made.
Here’s to the guilt I set aside, an even trade, for the adventures I claimed.
Here’s to the confidence of my youth, invincible, immortal, and a force to reckon with.
Here’s to the confidence I miss, lost somewhere along the path of my life, my mind split.
Here’s to the days ahead. Here’s to the past. And here’s to you.
Here’s to the days ahead, through and through, good or bad, they’ll stand true.
The glass is nearly empty now but don’t worry, don’t fret.
Here’s to this crazy ride we call life and always trying our best.
The bottle, and I’ve no qualms about pouring it all, is still mostly full.
Here’s to the two sides to every coin, and the edge too, because it is all part of the whole.
So, I’ll pause for a moment to refill my cup, and I won’t spill a drop.
Then I’ll raise the glass once more before I stop,
“Here’s to the words, wherever they may lead.
Here’s to the words I need and the words I bleed.
Here’s to the words I keep to myself, tucked away.
Here’s to the words I give away, day after day.”
I love it! Glad to know we will be hearing from you. I love the letters to the princes. You inspire me because I know you have no time and yet… you manage words. I have been bereft for some time now and my words are stifled due to the sadness. When I do manage them they are commentary on our worlds happenings much of which is horrific. I look forward to being inspired by happier things, your writing being among them. 🙂
Hopefully I can deliver. I know what you mean about words being stifled. That’s an excellent way to put how I’ve felt for a while now.
Done!
Yes! Love it.
But why is the rum gone?
Because I drank it all. Months ago. Been drinking all whisky since.
My kindness may come to an end if there’s no rum to help fuel it…
For you, I’ll get another bottle.
WOOHOO!