summer's here and the kids are at home.
I have next to nothing in the inspiration department so all I can do is frown at my own non-compliance of my wow to keep on writing.
sad and pathetic I know, but I'm sure it will get better.
it just can not get worse I'm afraid :))
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but no, that ain't true.
I did write four poems inspired by a short-lived strange feeling toward a special someone, plus I wrote a fifth one inspired by a long-span strange feeling toward one (other) special someone - coding, just coding here, my all...
*edited by me: all the five poems are in Hungarian, but one of them is translated into English with the help of my blogging-friend Chris.
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which means that yes, I can pat myself on my back for in case of a definite need, there *is* inspiration and writing.
what else can anyone hope for?
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I hope you are going on fine with your writing projects, my dear.
be well,
SzélsőFa
