Some kite flying kids had an early end to their fun spring day. Their kite got stuck in a tree.
They threw stuff at it, but no luck. It just stayed up there, flapping in the wind. Of course they didn’t throw as much stuff at it as the kid in the book Stuck (one of Mom’s all-time favorites), but they gave it a shot.
I get stuck sometimes. Never in a tree – not yet, anyway. But stuck nonetheless.
In the back seat
Behind my blanket-bed
Below the dugout bench
On a wall
Inside the sheets
Or under the bed
Mom isn’t stuck with her writing, but she’s stuck in a rut of not submitting anything. Since, apparently, nothing gets published on the dining room table, she has a plan. She will submit 10 stories and/or poems in the month of July.
Once things are “out there” then we will have some suspense and something to look forward to. Book 2? Maybe. Ebook 2? Possibly. Something fun is bound to happen.
Meanwhile, I will look forward to ….cake