I'd Tried Enough To Know That Anything

And That Is How Goodwin Problems Were Always Fixed. Fix Them On The Surface But Don't Go To The Root, Always Ignoring The Elephant In The Room. I Think That Morning Was When I Realized I'd Grown Up With An Elephant In Every Room Of My Life. It Was Practically Our Family Pet.

You Never Forget About Things You've Done That You Know You Shouldn't Have Done. They Hang Around Your Mind, Linger Like A Thief Casing A Joint For A Future Job. You See Them There, Dramatically Lurking Nearby In Striped Monochrome, Leaping Behind Postboxes As Soon As Your Head Whips Around To Confront Them. Or It's A Familiar Face In A Crowd That You Glimpse But Then Lose Sight Of. An Annoying Where's Wally? Forever Locked Away And Hidden In Every Thought In Your Conscience. The Bad Thing That You Did, Always There To Let You Know.

I Think That Most People Go To Bookshops And Have No Idea What They Want To Buy. Somehow The Books Sit There, Almost Magically Willing People To Pick Them Up. The Right Person For The Right Book. Its As Though They Know Whose Life They Need To Be A Part Of, How They Can Make A Difference, How They Can Teach A Lesson, Put A Smile On A Face At Just The Right Time.

She Didn't Feel Thirty. But Then Again Again, What Was Being Thirty Supposed To Feel Like? When She Was Younger, Thirty Seemed So Far Away, She Thought That A Woman Of That Age Would Be So Wise And Knowledgeable, So Settled In Her Life With A Husband And Children And A Career. She Had None Of Those Things. She Still Felt As Clueless As She Had Felt When She Was Twenty, Only With A Few More Gray Hairs And Crow's Feet Around Her Eyes.

I'm Most Happy When I Am Writing At Night, Because I Need Space And Time To Write.