I started out with cookbooks. They suited my time frame.
Several years went by. I upped my writing game.
Columns in newspapers. Dabbles in low-cal food;
Potato menus yearly for Potato Festival brood.
And then I found my Jesus. Devos then my game;
Because, you all know it. I really wasn’t the same.
Heart-to-Heart, a devo. God, Gluttony & You - Bible study rage.
Others all soon followed as I wrote page on page.
The numbers kept on rising. Two books on grief alone.
Bible studies gathered. All of them my own.
Christmas, children, poetry. I wrote them all, my pets.
The Slightly Murderous Christian - that’s what old age gets.
Books on fat and eating. Cheering You Up on Your Weigh Down.
What’s left? I ask politely, as I write in dressing gown!
What’s left to challenge? On this one you can bet.
I haven’t written horror or Zombies. No, not yet.
Those all die a perfect death. My heart denies them breath.
And do remember friends. Keep writing unto death.
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Thank you, Brenda, for this lighthearted rhyming post highlighting your broad writing adventures.
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ReplyDeleteThis was a fun post, Brenda. Thanks!
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