: About Me

And so you would like to know about this quill:

Who Am I?

Let me describe it in this communicative light:

As you know I am a quill. I interact with the world throughout sunrise and sunset. I am the connection between truth and reality, lies and fantasy, fiction and non-fiction. I am a bringer of hopes, dreams, tears, and fears. I am the way you perceive the quill. Reigning for over a thousand years I have told many stories. Born of the left wing of the swan I am premium. I am the second feather on the wing used best for writing with. I am sharp. Many have described me as a writing instrument, tool, and utensil. I am all those and more. I hold traits of many personalities. I can appear by your side if need be. Call me and I will come. I am a communication device known as Swan Quill and my partner is Bottled Ink.

Thanks!

My contact info.: MichelleKafka@gmail.com

My passion is ...

reading and writing.

I know too much about ...

the paranormal/supernatural.

My parents always told me ...

"You can be anything you want to be."

My childhood ambition ...

to have fun and grow up to be a trucker like my father.

My favorite memory ...

oh there's too many to list them all.

Why I write ...

I write because I enjoy writing and I like to share the experience.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I am reading Nevada Barr's Winter Study novel.

My first job ...

housekeeping for hotel.

My best moment ...

lots of great moments

My inspiration ...

My kids are my biggest inspiration, other authors, writers, one teacher in particular, and my friends.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's seasons

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Clock Driven Seasons I started to say Opening my eyes to better view the unfolding of a spring morning. Nature's debut finds it's inner voice as the sparrows sweetly sing to me upon the coloured branch. The excited earthworm crawls and wiggles at my foot eager to burrow new tunnels for the upcoming year. My country backyard bonfire bursts into spark warming still cold, sleepy squirrel and fox. The Van Gogh sky stretches and yawns revealing tear drop clouds, sailing ship clouds, long licorice, and cotton candy clouds. Leaves soon green with envy, roses soon red with blushing, fresh babies b...

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