Another early morning up, trying to stay focused, silencing those thousand voices in my head. Just write, but I really want to read.
i have always been a voracious reader. Can’t imagine the loneliness of not being able to read. As my two young granddaughters begin to read, I can sit forever as they read to me the same stories over and over, it doesn’t matter. “They’re getting it!”
At school I still love reading aloud to the class. I want them to hear and enjoy the stories, get immersed in the tale and want more.
Okay, my conscious says I’ve written, now I can go read another chapter before getting ready for the day. Yippee!