About June Nash, The Poet. I will return, possibly, when the snow starts to fall again. Until then, I hope to enjoy the rest of the summer and the coming autumn. I might still write, and paint, but I will not be posting. Mommy, why must I stay? Must I the piano play? My friends are all outside. Running, laughing, so gay. Mommy, was this your dream? Through me, you live, it would seem. For you I will abide.

The more I ponder it, the more I realize the moms of the Star Wars Galaxy have it pretty rough. I respect and appreciate all the mothers toiling to raise their kids right; whether from Tatooine. Biological; surrogate; adoptive; or spiritual.

Late check in, day late, duh- dum. All right, this is my day late check for Round three of ROW80. But its still early in the game. I decided to let my WIP rest a bit and work on something else. I did a quick research, to get some thinking out of the way. For some odd reason, thoughts keep popping in to my head. All right back to my WIP. In regards to the female character, well one of them.

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Just me and my literary ramblings. Once again, the summer fun that is Camp NaNoWriMo. Graces us writer hopefuls with its presence once more! A few posts back, I spoke of the bomb.

You serve as the wrong type of inspiration. And an intense kind of desperation. You drew me in with your lonely, troubled mind. I wished to change,. And release the darkness that was strongly confined. I was hypnotized by your willingness for me;. To always be there,. That much I needed,. Until my friends would break me from the haze;. Until you locked me back into your gaze. Or if this will be my reality.

Last Monday, I began the process of taking the kernel of an idea and expanding it.

If you have already validated, congratulations! You did it. Well, we all rock just for attempting such a foolish thing.