How to Write a Cliché?

My writing corner is nothing special. A desk in front a window looking at the water, that is when all the tree leafs have make way and the winter wind comes back.
There’s a long blue couch thing, a couple of thin bookshelves.
A fluffy fern.
A picture of my kid, smiling bright.

The little place is more on the practical side of things.

Back in September, for a week or so, that’s where I slept, fold countless loads of laundry and tried to find a smidgen of mental space to write.
My mother-in-law, who was staying with us while she was recovering from a big surgery and required, needed 24/7 attention during that time.

One morning, stiff as heck (little blue couch is indeed little), I woke up at 4am, determined to write. All was quiet. All was good.

Peace, at last.

For about 3 minutes anyway.

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The Tremors of a Failing Heart

The first time I drove all by myself, freedom overcame every cells of my then teenager body. What a feeling ! I was FREE !

I could drive to New-York, Mexico, Buenos Aires if I wanted. I had a car, barely any money to fill it up but who cares. I could go anywhere.

The whole wide world wide mine. (On this side of the Atlantic anyway.)

Time went by, of course. To the grocery store. To the daycare. To the park in the next little town my kiddo loves so much.

I drive though our little routine without thinking, sometime wishing I had the guts to drive pass my street, pass this small town and head to anywhere, once I’d said hello to New-York.

Just because.

The Breathless Passenger

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Fall and Story Sparkles

Do you like walking in the woods? When I need to bring back peace and quiet to my heart, I head for a path in a forest near by.

Especially during Fall.

Tree leafs turns bright yellow, warm orange, sparkling red and soft brown when Fall comes knocking around here. Beautiful doesn’t cover it, not one bit.

The beauty simply overtake every other waking thoughts that may wonder in my writer brains.

Until, from the corner of my eye, we catch a glimpse of something moving. Too fast to be a deer… Too big to be a squirrel… What if it was…

Then, a story starts twinkling. Just an idea.

From there, everything goes.

Writing Mood and Fall Gloom

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