Life's minutes are always changing. Moving. Breathing. Feeling. I have been busy being a mommy, and watching the world and all of its stories through my favorite set of eyes...the eyes of my boy. We did Halloween, I've made some new friends that know how to stroke my writer's gene bad, and I bought a camera! Fall has settled in, all the leaves have fallen and life is starting to prepare for the winter's slumber. Yet as busy as my minutes are, I've been over here up on a high mountain...procrastinating. I'm good at everything I do. Too good sometimes. I have a book, no...books...to release. The soldier story has been put on hold again and that is starting to wreck my normally calm nerves. I'll ride it out, either way it goes now. Till' then though, I have put up two other chapters of Bidder's Birdhouse. Have you ever met a man with clear blue eyes and a pair of hands that when he touches you...your skin ignites? Ahem...some secrets don't stay hidden. This story builds up as a stand alone, unless you're in the loop and you've read some 5th Chamber. If you have, prepare for a shocker.
A writer's heart is always changing, cause the experiences of life makes it so. If a writer's heart is sweet and open, she writes sweet and open. If my heart is dark and wanting, well...all this writer can do is take you on a ride that forces you into a mind screw you will never forget. Guess which of those two writers I've changed into lately?
Life shouldn't always stay the same. Like art, it should evolve and build. Words mimic life...and life mimics love. And love...well, ain't she the only constant we can hold onto.
Happy reads everybody! Move with your minutes no matter how same or changed they are, and breathe them in! All the minutes that pass might just add up to the best experiences of all. Catch up with you soon on some SS!
<3, Elle Moon