I'm going crazy here. I'm going crazy there. I'm going crazy standing. Or siting in a chair. My screen is all a blur. My hair is standing on end. I've ceased to read my work. I'm in a state of zen. My boss is out of town. I'm slacking at my desk. It's almost time to go, And give my eyes a rest. I've had enough of this. I'm going to count to ten. Oh look it's time to get! Yay! It's the weekend!

To dance upon waves is a wondrous thing, When fire meets water to entice the Sea King. They'll dance the night away until daybreak does spy, And washes of color fades away with the tide.

CHELSEA AND THE RENEGADE SHAPE-SHIFTER Bonnie Watson Copyright © 2009 The morn was as bright as any other day for the sky homes in Sundire. High above the clouds they collected like giant lilly pads of independent villages, attached from below to keep from floating off. As twelve-year-old Chelsea Williams trotted outside, she wondered how far down they went, especially when a piece of paper swept away from her grasp and was lost over the edge. How many others were there, she pondered, collected over time in a place where no other could venture? That was, unless you had a shape-shifter, which Chelsea did not at the moment. Instead, she

The fun only ends when you have to please others. That's called work...

When Things Go Wrong By Bonnie Watson Don't you hate it when things go wrong, Or get out of hand because you're not strong? Don't you hate it when two people meet, One says hi while the other doesn't speak? Don't you hate it when work is a wreck, Your boss is a creep; you just wanna' wring his neck? Don't you hate it when writer's block hits, You can't think of a thing except boring bits? Or don't you hate it when your artwork is critiqued, Your baby is slammed to the highest of mock peeks? Don't you hate it when the weather changes, You can't go outside because of forecast phazes? And why does everything suddenly have to be Gr

No Comment Bonnie Watson 2009 I scroll through journal entires others had written, sadly no comments in reply. I mouse-over the button to leave my thoughts but turn away, a comment left only from the mind. As I look through my own page and down to the replies, I noticed them empty and sigh. Perhaps due to the pageviews others have come, and left comments from their minds too.