A Will-o’-the-wisp
the pwca runs just ahead
I cannot catch up.

Pwca runs ahead
spins around then blows out light
leaving me, black night.

The treasure you seek
may be found at mid-summer
find will o’ the wisp.

The pixy lantern
leading you back to safe roads
a will o’ the wisp.

All people see them
the twinkling will o’ the wisp
tales told of the fae.

The lesser little known orange-capped clan…

That moment…

That moment where you realize that although character #1 has told character #2 that they should get character #3 and go to X and do YZ, but a few hundred words down the road there’s character #1 and character #3 doing YZ in X and character #2??? Nowhere to be seen… do’h.

Sort of fixed in ten words or less.

I have a laptop. I can write anywhere I want to. Upstairs or downstairs. At the table. In bed. On the porch. In the car (in the driveway!). In the food “court” at the mall. At Starbucks.

But the truth of the matter is, I write where I do for one simple reason: because that’s where the secret stash of caramels and heath bars is.

From the shores of Catalina
To the halls of Katmandu
No matter where you wander
You know cats are watching you.

Even if you think you’re all alone
and you’ve been alone for days
Suddenly you turn around and see
their calm and steady gaze.

To the tune of the Marines’ Hymn
Garrison Keillor – from The Hallelujah Patrol, Songs of the Cat.