I haven’t worked for a while. A little depressed maybe; bored with my own company due to self isolation. Writing time, you know. I hope I’m back with new energy. time will tell. Anyway, here’s my contribution to this week’s Carrot Ranch 99-word challenge.
When my grandparents put in the septic tank back in 1951 when we got REA, they found the hewed rafters of Billy Arnold’s original soddy, wood that lay rotting in a jumble beneath generations of dirt and prairie on the level north of the house. When Grandma told me, I closed my eyes and pictured the blocks of root-frozen dirt and the roof, a growing prairie of grass and wildflowers. If I were the rabbit on the roof, would I vary my diet with some tough purple coneflower, or daisy fleabane? Perhaps I’d just stick to the succulent grasses.
Hoping you find some energy in creativity, Faith. A rabbit on a soddy would have much to choose from with all the prairie variaties. Stay well in your self isolation!
I hope so. this malaise began about a month before we even knew there was a pandemic. I think it’s just seven years/five books and the isolation of writing, revising, marketing, etc. Not much of a marketer and can’t afford someone who is.