came across this sweeping truck during my walk yesterday morning. it sweeps any garbage or fallen twigs and pine cones so they don't clog the drains when it rains. i didn't really pay any attention after i took a shot as i wanted to be as far away from it as possible as the dust was getting in my eyes.
i came across some of my early writings - stories and poems - from hundreds of years ago when i started to write. gheez! i have all these ideas! it makes me want to just sit down and write a novel and not stop until it's finished. but holy cow! the poems are so dramatic and corny! yaiks! i ain't bad, if i may say so myself. although when i was reading them i did so as a 'reviewer/editor' and my hand was itching for my red pencil!
Lovely light on the windows. I get you with the corny, I love writing but some stuff when I read back over it, well it’s like ‘what drugs were you on woman?’. It’s very cathartic though and I wrote a lot after my husband died. My kids call it word salad. I keep telling them there’s a book in there somewhere I just need to commit!
I never thought to take a photo of our street sweeper before. Maybe I should do that. You are a woman of many talents, but I believe your strength is in your writing, and should encourage you to read that book.
