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About This Author
I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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Poisoned Purple Pen
 
She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.
My Dreams...
to write of romance and endless love
to love without boundaries
to learn from past mistakes
to laugh with all my heart
to be the woman I am meant to be
TODAY...
I will reach for the stars
Will not give up
Will give all that I have
Dare to dream the impossible dream
For anything in this life is possible
 <---I am blown away by this
February 25, 2017 at 8:13am February 25, 2017 at 8:13am
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Prompt: Creation Saturday is going to cost 3500 gps but the good news is there a detective merit badge up for grabs too! I've taken one line from each of your blogs on 2/24. Your task is to write a poem or a story with the lines but also to discover who owns what lines. So yeah, you get to do some snooping in your co-bloggers blogs. Good luck detective writers!
Everyone loves, television station, hair salon, spiritual soul, too many interests, obstacles head on, direction we're heading.
I left the television station and headed to the hair salon, ranting the entire way. I couldn’t stand that dreadful woman with her flighty observations. Who was she to tell me I had too many interests? To tell me that I must face my obstacles head on? With every step, my heels tapped the sidewalk louder, the fury racing through my veins while that woman's voice rang in my ears. I had half a mind to scream at the top of my lungs to make it stop, or bash my head into a brick wall. Both routes had their appeal. I thrust the door open to the saloon, not willing to wait more second longer than necessary.
"Is there anyone here who can fix this?" I asked, pointing to my head
"Sure, have a seat," said a tiny woman with a smile as big as the sun.
I sat down and let her wash my hair and then moved to the chair, knowing it was time for something drastic.
"What would you like?" she asked.
"A big change," I replied.
"Hmm." She stared at me for a long moment in the mirror. "Everyone loves the Rachel still."
I didn't like the direction we're heading, or rather she was heading. No way would I pull off that framed face look. I shook my head.
"How about that shoulder length bob? That would be cute. Hey, you're that woman from the TV."
I cringed, realizing she probably saw the show earlier. "Yes," I admitted.
"I just loved your segment with the Spiritual Soul woman."
Courtesy of:
Everyone loves ~ me
television station ~ Chris Breva 
hair salon ~ Jade Amber Jewel 
spiritual soul ~ Prosperous Snow celebrating 
too many interests ~ SB Musing 
obstacles head on ~ tah20
direction we're heading ~ NaNoKit 
On a side note. Happy Birthday, Irish. I miss you terribly.
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So sorry for your family's loss, T. I've been through that sadness with the loss of a couple expected grandchildren. It's a terrible loss. 
I'll just say you and I are on the same wave length!
