David Owens Writer/Mentor wrote:
Good afternoon. I respectfully submit a short piece I wrote this morning – I hope it finds a home in the “Nice Writers” blog – I’d be honored.
Happy Hermits
Ann came to bed late last night. She often watches movies until midnight on Saturday evenings. I go to bed at eight pm. most nights.
I think she dreamed she was a soccer star, because at 3am, two sharp kicks awakened me. I rolled onto my side, with the intent to return to peaceful slumber, but it was not meant to be.
She snores. Did I say she snores? Ah yes. I already said she snores, didn’t I?
In her new dream she undoubtedly became one of those giant diesel trucks, because her snores became roars. I crawled from the bed, went to the kitchen, and thanks to my faithful Keurig, a cup of coffee steamed in my hand two minutes later. Bliss.
I often rise at four or five in the morning to write. Those gentle hours before sunrise offer tranquility – a good environment for writing. Sometimes I play Bach or Mozart to ease my morning cluttered mind into the day. This morning was different. My thoughts ventured to my new friend Victor.
We met online yesterday, and early on in our conversation, I knew our friendship would grow. Seldom do I meet a person who reminds me of myself – a younger me for sure, but our shared interest in art, music, and writing ensures many meetings of our minds.
I read Victor’s blog, “Nice Writers.” In a note to me yesterday, he wrote about his blog. In the note he remarked about one of the posts I wrote for fellow writer/editor Frank Montellano’s blog “Smugglers and Jugulars.” Victor’s note was kind, but I detected he might think his blog is not “up to snuff.” He’s wrong – delightfully wrong. I paused to smile. A grin crossed my face, and the tiniest chuckle broke the morning silence. How often writers demean themselves and their talent for no reason. Writing is all about rejection, subjectivity, and triumph. We writers are tougher folks than many might imagine.
In “Nice Writers,” I found lovely posts, anecdotes, and interesting materials. Some of his friends wrote thought provoking posts. I enjoyed what I read.
Ann and I are “happy hermits” during this great pandemic. We sealed ourselves from the world we enjoyed last year like a couple of nuns cloistered in a nunnery. Despite the horrific death toll, we laugh and enjoy each other’s company every day.
So, from the Owens’s nunnery in Tennessee, we happy hermits send our regards. Stay safe.
Nice Writers thanks New Friends an unexpected treasure.