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Sometimes, Good Enough Just Is #YourTurnChallenge #MFRWAuthor

Water in any form is beloved in our high desert clime. I had planned to deluge you in photos of our snowy days. Of course I distracted myself with this and that, and then with a (in my mind) ridiculous discussion about coffee and butter. In fact the whole butter controversy just has me shaking my head.

I think all of us agree butter is far better for us than margarine, right? Then along comes someone who insists only butter from Free Range, Grass Fed, Organically Raised cows is good enough.

Piffle. Sure Organic butter is probably better for us than the cheaper stuff. But as long as it’s all butter, not margarine or a margarine blend, you’ve taken a big step in the right direction.

Same as with writing. Reality will tell us there are only so many slots on any of the best seller lists. Experience tells us as soon as we start telling ourselves we’re not as good as….and therefore not good enough…we are. BICHOK, baby

Butt In Chair, Hands On Keyboard.

And to bring a bit of a literary tone to this all too often irreverent blog:

OPPORTUNITY by: Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887)

HIS I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:–

There spread a cloud of dust along a plain;
And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged
A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords
Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince’s banner
Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes.
A craven hung along the battle’s edge,
And thought, “Had I a sword of keener steel–
That blue blade that the king’s son bears, — but this
Blunt thing–!” he snapped and flung it from his hand,
And lowering crept away and left the field.
Then came the king’s son, wounded, sore bestead,
And weaponless, and saw the broken sword,
Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand,
And ran and snatched it, and with battle shout
Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down,
And saved a great cause that heroic day.
to Read More: http://www.poetry-archive.com/s/opportunity.html
If your computer is old, your keyboard sticks, your thesaurus is missing pages, or your words are garbage, write anyway. Garbage evolves into mulch and mulch  makes anything grow better.
And here are some snow pictures, just for fun. 017

A bit of snow makes everything pretty

A bit of snow makes everything pretty


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