tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36824220219955277722024-03-08T02:52:13.646-08:00WordizmMrs. Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455765320148227566noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682422021995527772.post-13047834021624932802015-08-31T15:12:00.002-07:002015-08-31T15:13:35.733-07:00A Writer's PrayerThis is a poem I wrote over ten years ago during a three day bout of insomnia. It's still just as applicable today.<br /><br />Now I lay me<br />down to sleep.<br />I pray, dear muses,<br />don't make a peep.<br />Let me sleep sound<br />'till morning light, <br />and I swear to you,<br />then I shall write.<br />But keep me awake,<br />deny me dreams<br />and I shall be too tired<br />to write anything!<br />This is your last chance<br />so shut up now<br />or 'twill be morning<br />without sleep, anyhow.Mrs. Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455765320148227566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682422021995527772.post-75381601226356318842015-08-24T17:11:00.000-07:002015-08-31T15:13:00.625-07:00Imaginary FriendsI have always had a healthy imagination. I didn't think it was anything out of the ordinary to make up stories and songs. It's just something my brain has always done. I grew up playing with imaginary friends and thought everyone had that experience, at least to some extent. I was really shocked the first time I talked to someone who never had so much as a pretend pet, much less an imaginary bestie. <br />
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The first imaginary friend I can remember is Hogo. He's a short guy, blond hair in a Beatles bowl cut and big glasses, and, get this, I always saw him in black and white. It's probably because I was a big fan of Simon in the Land of Chalk Drawings on Captain Kangaroo at that time. He showed up when I was about 4 years old. I can remember playing with him at my grandparents' ranch during the summer before my family moved to Baton Rouge. He had a stick horse just like mine and we'd have races together around the chicken coop. It's going on 40 years now and I still remember his scowl when I won.<br />
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So this blog is dedicated to Hogo; he may not be corporeal but he made my childhood far more interesting for his friendship. Mrs. Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455765320148227566noreply@blogger.com0