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my morningsick muse

I experienced this last time too: a tremendous lull in my writing during pregnancy. I’m not sure what it is. Last time I would have blamed it on the nausea, because I had it bad. And when I was past that part, I was busy downing pepcid and tums and anything else that might stay the acid reflux of pregnancy. This time… I’ve got to figure something out, a means to deal with it, because I WANT to write. But I’m still dealing with terrible fatigue (which is why it’s so smart that I’m up now past 1 AM, right?) and mucho difficulty focusing on any project, no matter the size. I swear, pregnancy kills braincells. Or maybe it’s all the TV I end up watching because I’m too tired to do anything, but can’t go to sleep thanks to heartburn, etc… oh the joys!

…but really, I promise, I’m happy. And I can’t wait to feel that first tickle of the little one …


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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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