Freelance Writing

Friday Morning Musings #1

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

– The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Most of my choices in life have come about due to this poem. Somewhere along the way, I fashioned the first and the last verse into one verse and made that my lifelong mantra. I excelled and wanting to beat against the normal. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t born “normal”. Who is, really? We all have our idiosyncracies, our tendencies, our wish we coulds, and shoulda woulds. But, to act on them, that is what makes the difference.

I work from home, but not at a desk. I’m typing this now from a chair in the living room, a dog snuggled up to my right, looking out the windows to fields of…well, they’re not green yet, but they will be in a few months. Index cards and spiral notebooks litter my picnic basket side table, a cup of coffee nearly finished grows cold.

There’s a bag full of books, I’ve nearly finished cataloguing for the antique dealer up the road. She’s just cleaned out an Estate and filled three log cabins full of books. I’m salivating at simply having the opportunity to go, so we’ve made a deal. I research the books, help her price and catalogue them, and help her with the book sale she’s planning for the summer.
 In the midst of all this, are due a ghostwritten marketing book, paranormal romance, and a weekly blog for the digital and analytics space. It occurs to me just now, none of my clients are in the US – Canada, England, Germany, yet, here I am on the East Coast. Well, for now. If you’ve read my profile, you’ll know that “words and wanderlust” fuel my imagination. And in travels past, I’ve spent so long in some places, it seems I blend both British and American spellings. I should work on that. Consistency is key.
 It was poetry that led to a love of writing. I started there. Childhood diaries filled with poems, oral stories written down told by grandmothers, a love of history, debate, and even politics for a brief time long ago. Though the activist in me is rising and I work to see just how much mightier the pen can be than the sword.
 I’ve been writing for a lifetime, but finally realized I could make it a career when I met another who’d made their passion their career – a musician. Together, I joke we are Music and Lyrics.
 As the work week comes to a close, close your eyes, smile, call a friend, and listen to the wind. Are you doing what you love? If so, what inspired you? If not, what would you do to make your dreams reality?

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