I recently met a local author, and have enjoyed both her books. More importantly, I've been able to meet her for coffee dates and delve further into her mindset as she wrote the books. It's been so fun for me, and I appreciate her generosity in letting me in!
Her name is P. Heaton and both her books are great reads. You can order through Amazon. One is a murder mystery which had me stumped, the other an adventure and love story set in the Civil War years.
Through this author I went to my first Writers Read at the local Fallbrook library. They hold this once a month. I found it interesting to listen to all the different authors with unique styles. The next morning as I was walking around my yard doing clean up, words starting coming into my mind. I went inside and wrote a poem about the Writers Read in less than ten minutes. Mitch was impressed. But, these moments are far and few. I hope to start writing more. I created a folder on my computer desktop and called it, "Fallbrook Fonder." So far, I have three entries. My poem about the Writers Read, an appreciation poem about my home in Fallbrook, and an ode to Cancer.
I just juiced homegrown grapefruit this morning.
Now, I'm trying to juice more than the fruit in my yard.
Let the creative juices flow!
Sylvia
My first three entries into the Fallbrook Fonder Folder:
HERE AND NOW
New to the Writers Read,
open mind, open mic.
Transported from the here and now.
To truth or fiction, I’m not sure.
I hear of London and pretenses.
I almost smell the Jewish Deli.
I hear of hidden journals,
and homelessness and burgers.
I wonder if I will be inspired
to sit and think, and write.
And then I’m stuck on the “Hear” and now.
I thought I was transported away.
But, perhaps I was just enlightened
on our current times.
Activism, Awareness, Alarm!
“Don’t feed the people, but
we feed the machines.”
On my mind since my husband mourns
the loss of
Neil Peart.
The collision of minds.
From a great lyricist
to an award winning Chicana Poet.
Never knowing what will move us.
Or motivate us!
Pen set aside.
My thought now archived.
Fallbrook is alright!
I’ve tasted the sweet sensation of Turkish Delight.
Driven through Tuscany, a marvelous sight.
But, now I exclaim “Fallbrook living is alright!”
The treasures that Mother Nature provides
Are all too bountiful, I can’t take sides.
Citrus fruit, avocados, skies, and tides!
Whether twenty, thirty minutes away
There is so much to fit into a day.
Nonetheless, it's most precious where I lay.
Every morning I admire while sipping coffee
The “never the same” Tuscan-like hill I see.
And I think, and know, I’m so lucky to be me!
No matter if there is fog or rainbows
Incredibly hot weather, or record lows.
I just want to tie the place up in bows.
For my home is truly the best present yet.
A close walk to the farm animals I’ve met.
A cow, miniature horses, and goats to pet.
I think I’ll never tire of the views,
The sunrises and sunset brilliant hues.
My mind at peace, no depression blues.
I’m a Silicon Valley transplant.
Who now gets to tender garden and plant.
And speak about Fallbrook, and rant and rant!
Fallbrook is alright!
Appreciation for early diagnosis
Never stop living your life
Carry on and strive for improvement
Enjoy the little moments
Rejoice at remission
