Waiting

His belly hugs the cool Pacific Ocean shore, oblivious to the gritty sand that covers his twitching nose. His paws are spring loaded in temporary repose; eyes focused on the prize, He waits, waits, and waits . . . for me.
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So much of life is spent waiting. Usually it feels like wasting time. I’m hardwired for productivity so the empty space feels like that spinning icon on the computer that tempts me to drown my laptop in the bathtub. I’ve been waiting for a blog inspiration commensurate to my amazing book launch party and fundraiser but the wheel won’t stop spinning.

And then it came to me—I’m spinning because I don’t want to exhale. The book party was pure magic and I’m not ready to let go.

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Stay tuned for Waiting, part two . . . 

P.S. To channel my very smart niece who works in social media and well . . . . is twenty-three, "Please friend, follow, like, share me on Facebook (wow, that sounds weird), follow me on Twitter, purchase my book on these on-line retailers, and please review my book on Amazon,"