About Poem
In the middle of nowhere,
In the province of Alberta, 
Lives a writer
With fair skin and long red hair. 

She lives in a castle--
Crowded with books, dogs, & rabbits-
Surrounded by a moat and
A field full of cars. 

She sits at a desk,
Tapping away 
On her
Glowing scheming machine.

She carries a cup, 
Full of hot liquid mud
That she spills on herself
Every time she wears white. 

So BEWARE of the fiery haired writer
Who lives in a castle,
Brewing up a batch
Of fantastical stories! 

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On the Way to Somewhere…
Each morning I wake
To the possibilities–
A monster, a tower, a far off place…

But what do you do
When the doubt seems true
And the princess is in the tower
And the monster has the power?

Laugh don’t cry
Tell your doubt goodbye
March down that tower
Make that monster cower

When the light goes on
You’ll know that you have won
Clear the webs from your head
And you’ll see the road ahead

You’re on the way to somewhere
You’ll know when you get there
Just never lose sight
And write, write, write! 


*Dedicated to those who have ever doubted themselves. 

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