Annika von Holdt – Photo Credit: Lukas von Holdt
I am an expert in finding ways to WASTE MY TIME, and now I can add another time-robber, but somehow it totally makes sense, once you start pinning.
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Wings
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
Victor Hugo
It’s a Pirate’s Life for me
It’s a pirate’s life for me, indeed. I brought in a new addition to the gang of savages. I’ve already got a boat and a tattoo, but what is a pirate without a parrot, really?
The new addition, which at the current moment is sex-less and short of a name, is a two months old baby Caique, that can do amusing and clever things already. I googled the species after I bought it, ’cause that’t how I roll. It wasn’t like I planned it, see; I went to the pet shop to buy seed for our other bird, but leave it to me to exit with a large cage and a parrot … and guess what? I have a pirate bud for life. Apparently parrots can live to be 40 years.
Re-emerging
I’ve been under a compressed time frame called a deadline, writing myself into a cocoon-like state, contemplating plots and counting words. Not exactly a five star life, but worth every minute spent, none the less. Being a writer is the best and worst job I can think of; wonderful, because you are your own boss and there are no rules, and the most frustrating job also, because “real” people, the heart-people in your life, don’t understand, that they are the enemy whilst you write, much less why. It’s been a tough couple of months, and not only for me. I’ve missed many magic moments with my family and friends, and I have so much to make up for, places to go, things to see, but first and foremost an 8-year old I need to smother in kisses. #Reclaiming my life.
Photo Credit: Lukas (Testino) von Holdt – 8 years old