Hot copious cups of cheap Nescafe wakes up my foggy brain cells. Sometimes, I wonder how on Earth this super machine of the brain functions, with a million thoughts and ideas buzzing in and out at the same time and not combusting.
I have never been able to stay on one singular thought for as long as I can remember and I believe that this frenetic energy of buzzing thoughts increased with adulting, motherhood, wifedom, and my writing life.
Hovering over my shoulder while on the kitchen’s hot plate flipping pancakes, my muse whispers the beginning of a plot that keeps running away from the lines once I sit down to write, my trio are all talking at the same time to me, of course my superpowers enable me to hear each person, resolve their questions, whip up impeccable omelet for dear Himself and commune with my buzzing muse all at the same time.
How on Earth have I managed not to run off with the raggle-taggle band of gypsies to Never, Never Land, where we never grow old, never have to deal with an escape artist of a muse, a demanding brood of hungry children whose bellies seem to gobble the pancakes so fast, yet their pleading eyes’ keep asking for more?
For want of an explanation, I believe it’s because this is my hood, and I’m in charge. Join me for a hot cuppa of cheap coffee 🙂
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Linda’s prompt for today’s’ SoCS is a to find a word with the two letter ‘ho,’ and I can’t help but slip in a Ho,Ho,Ho, it will soon be Christmas time 😉
The stuff is already in the stores!!!! Super post, Jacqueline. 😉
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Thank you John 😉
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🙂
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The Pancake Train
Dip and pour. Dip and pour.
Pancake batter sizzles more.
Look around, their eyes abound,
Hunger there you can’t ignore.
Waiting there so patiently,
The thoughts are spinning aimlessly,
Look around, their eyes abound,
Hunger there you plainly see..
Flip each cake, one by one,
A few more minutes ’til their done.
Look around, their eyes abound,
Hunger there in your sweet son.
The tasks pile up inside your brain,
While pancakes brown and you explain,
They’re almost ready, please sit down.
You know you’re on the pancake train.
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Oh this poem is a delight. Pancakes are simply scrumptious 🙂
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Glad you liked it. You described your morning so beautifully that the poem just popped out.
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You are a talent and I mean that without flattery 🙂
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Ah, Christmas. Definitely my favourite part of the year.
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Mine too 🙂
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I got a great feel for your hood. Sounds like you are claiming your authority nicely and having fun at the same time!
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Putting my stamp all over them 🙂 Thank you JoAnna
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I often wonder along similar lines – with and without the offspring ; )
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Haha! Looks like you enjoy with your hood 😀
P.S. My muse often pokes me while I am making breakfast!
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Thank you Prajakta. My hood make me happy and my muse has a way of turning up at inopportune times and not when we are writing 🙂
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The Raggle Taggle Gypsies don’t know how to make decent coffee, anyway. I wouldn’t bother with them if i were you.
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I can imagine that they brew bitter cups and make me work hard 🙂
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It might end up that way, yes.
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Mick I know that you’ve been part of several interviews but I would love to interview you. May I have your email?
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Of course, Jacqueline. It’s on my blog under ‘contact me’.
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Great. I’ll shot you an email soon
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Hot cuppa any time. Tea for me.
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I would love to sit down with you anytime and chat 🙂
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Your muse is active, this is delightful and things are unfolding already. Flipping pancakes for Himself
is when the lightbulb comes on. Great reading you Jacqueline.
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Thank you Mother Willow. Sometimes the muse chatters endlessly when I’m busy doing something else 🙂
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some for me…let’s keep busy then….
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Oh I love this so much!! Enjoy your hood, they’re much more fulfilling than those gypsies!! xo
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I know right. The gypsies might even make me work harder, ha, ha. Thank you Deb 🙂
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Lol!! Oh no that would not be good!! HA! 🙂
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Here is to hot coffee!
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A bare necessity 🙂
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ha ha!
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Here’s to coffee and your hood. 🍵 ☕️
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