... to telling my story emerges. I have been waiting to share big news about my upcoming trips to Europe ... but they are taking forever to arrange. In fact, I am losing interest. There are so many wonderful and amazing things to do right here at home!
And I have so may articles and books to write. I want to be a famous writer. Now if I can just figure out what famous means, I shall get started ;-). Really what I want is to tell stories that are illustrative, interesting and insightful - no, inspiring. No, impactful. How is this for a scene ...
"Her little face crumpled and her mouth opened wide. Out come sobbing wales. My heart sank, as I knew she would cry for a long time and I just couldn't bear to hear her cry. 'Miss Evia, I said, it's okay. Please don't cry, it makes Nona so sad! Everyone spills ... come and we will clean you up.' She rubbed her fists into her beautiful eyes, making me wince because those hands were so dirty, and now so close to her precious eyes. 'Come, we'll wash your hands and wipe off your clothes.' She didn't respond but got up and moved toward me. I took her soft, warm and very dirty little hand in mine and to the restroom we went ..... "
More later. Thanks for listening.
Cheers,
TPP
