Raw

Be my guest

No one said

But I made myself

At home

Sitting where I please

Drinking what I wanted

Gazing where I chose

Till one said

Who you looking at

And another asked

Why are you here

What are you doing

So I shrugged

Smiled

Drank

And told them

Being

Me

*This post is part of Linda Hill’s SoCS fun at The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 13, 2026 |

The Writing Moment

The Writing Equation:

Five minutes of imagining scenes of your novel in progress while in bed = roughly thirty thousand words and ten days of writing.

That’s how it feels to me.

Your experience may vary.

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