Unicorn Rider

Janet Grant, of the Books and Such Literary Agency, this week published a post on authors' magical thinking, in which she described the hope that so many writers have of bypassing the usual gatekeepers and riding to success and adulation wearing a golden crown, upon a unicorn.

I can relate. There's a fresh new tumour in my navel, and it's issuing pus and blood, and it really, really hurts.

Plus, if I doze off and roll onto my back, I'll stop breathing, and Ladron and Belle, service dogs, with much barking and growling, have to push me onto my left side, so I can draw breath. Gonna have to try to sleep in a chair.

Life is frightening, and it's theatening.

Maybe going this alone, with no medical care, was the wrong decision. But the alternative, with no health insurance, would have been forcing Barb into penury for the rest of her life.

So, I need magic.

I need to think that there is another side to this. That there is a sunrise in this life that I will still see.

I need a unicorn to ride.

This may or may not be my last Five Minute Friday post. I have other things to do (like finishing Barb's racing hydroplane, which is a way of turning money and fossil fuel into speed, noise, and pollution, and we do not care), and to be honest, I have never enjoyed writing. Strains the brain, like, dude, ya know?

I'll come back and read your posts, but comments...not likely, because it's just too hard now.

It's been fun.

If you want to help, click on the links below and buy my books. They're not bad. Well, not really bad.

Santa rides a unicorn

everywhere that he may go,

and its shining curly horn

glows just like a bright rainbow.

Yes, the reindeer pull his sleigh,

but rest in the in-between,

and for travel everyday

Santa doesn't need a team.

He clip-clops across the sky;

are you good or bad? Be alert,

for he has a practised eye

though he's wearing an aloha shirt.

So know, my friend, he is aware

of the tack you placed on boss's chair.

Music from 30 Seconds To Mars, with From Yesterday.

Like the subject of the song, I don't want to write the message yet.

I do try to answer each comment in a timely fashion, but with Internet providers really stretched, I have only about half of the access I once did. Please bear with me!

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.