Who’s a pretty bird

The grows greener

Caught up in a moment

As I sit on the unmade bed, my arms full of dirty laundry I watch the cockatoo out the window, contemplating a quick visit to my peach tree. I Know my work load is not going to simply vanish but I can’t help but stop and admire this cheeky bird. Whilst the bathroom grows mould, the dust collects on photo frames and my pile of unfolded washing mounts higher, I sigh. I feel deflated, I remember a time when I travelled the world my life was full of exotic places and people. At forty-eight my energy levels drop after a morning of prompting my two beautiful children to get a wriggle on for school. When you have a child with a diffability you are constantly re-assessing how you could do things better. There are days when I feel like I never give enough for both my little lambs. So how I find the time to fill my void with the stuff of dreams is a struggle at best. A friend asked me the other day where do I go when I need a break, I laughed thinking I have not had a break for a long time. Yet I do go somewhere, into the folds of my imagination, there I find my peace.

The cockatoo walks sideways along the top of the swing set frame, one eye glued on me and the other on a nice juicy peach. He screeches, and sometimes he says hello. The bird conjures up stories in my head, it does not take much to find a storyline for me. The hard part is following it through to the end. I juggle time, I steal it when no one is watching. I must or my story will never get finished. My laptop stays open on the kitchen table. If something comes I write it down. I know there is rarely a chance amidst the chaos of  life to write all day and that is what I would love to do. My feathered friend jumps on a branch grabs the first available peach and takes flight. No messing around straight down to business.  I must do the same, set my goals and stick to them.

“First day of Autumn today mum, did you know that?” lectures my daughter in the car on the way to school. The penny drops, two months gone already and what have I done with my story. It is nearly finished but when I say finished I mean all the pieces fit together ready and waiting for the major edit. I share my grumbles here, hoping for a group therapy session. A meeting place where we sit in the sun on a roof top and discuss our latest projects. Hopefully March is a productive month. How about you?

Please join me on the rooftop and leave a comment, what are you working on, how do you stay focused on your goal?

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About Minuscule Moments

Everybody has a DREAM. Today is the first day of the rest of my writing life. Its a lonely world out there when you are learning the craft. This year, as the same as last year, I want to finish my first children's picture book. I have learn't many wonderful lessons on this journey. You are never too old to learn.
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8 Responses to Who’s a pretty bird

  1. Audrey Chin says:

    You aren’t living in a dream Kath. It’s become a fact and you’re doing it. It may take a while, but the important thing is you’re on your way and one day you’ll get there!

  2. I love your writing. It’s beautiful. Please try to find the time wherever you can, even if it is only for a few minutes a day. The world needs to hear your voice.
    Jennifer x

  3. One More day says:

    Thanks Jennifer appreciate you stopping by and I hope this is the year for both of us to get that novel finished.

  4. I agree with Jennifer; this is a moving post, and I sense your fiction would express similar honest and beautiful sentiments.

    To join you on the rooftop, I’m currently writing a novel, and editing two others, alternating them one round of revisions at a time. I’m also tinkering with another idea, always several bubbling pots on the stove. Yet, it wasn’t always this way. But when my eldest twisted my arm, I had to admit that if my kids knew my heart’s desire, maybe it was time to get to it. Life is short; I wanted to make the most of mine.

    • One More day says:

      Thanks Anna I am actually following your blog and love what you post too. You sound so busy and focused. Thanks for joining me on the roof tops a great place to chat. My children encourage me to write they are only eight and ten and both carry books around with drawings and ideas for stories I love to hear what they are writing about. look forward to more posts from you. Thanks for sharing.

  5. Desi Clown says:

    At the risk of repeating myself, you’re surrounded by such amazing life! Cockatoos out your window! Awesome!…. I’ve always wondered how you manage to balance so many things, but I’m happy you didn’t let ‘life’ overshadow your dreams. the world is better for your talents. Loved this post, and especially the photos

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