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Within these halls, with minds alight,
You gather knowledge, day and night.
Each page you turn, a seed you sow,
Of dreams that bloom, and futures grow.
Doubt may whisper, voices low,
“Can I achieve this?”
But listen close, my students dear,
A hidden strength within you.
Like stars that pierce the inky night,
Your potential burns, a boundless light.
The world’s a canvas, vast and wide,
Awaiting colors, waiting for your stride.
With passion’s fire, and curious soul,
You’ll climb the peaks, and reach your goal.
For obstacles are stepping stones,
To build the path where no one’s known.
So dream in chapters, bold and bright,
Let failures fall, like fading light.
Embrace the journey, every bend,
You are capable, my friend.
The world awaits your vibrant quest,
A scientist, an artist, the very best.
Believe in you, with all your might,
And chase the dreams that burn so bright.
I’ve heard that some authors dislike fan fiction and role-playing, but I would be thrilled if people created fanfiction based on my books. I’d even sneak into a fan group or role-playing group dedicated to one of my works. Why wouldn’t an author adore this? It shows that your fans adore your work and want to engage with it in creative ways. It could even inspire the author.
THE MORNING
The alarm resounds in my head, and I grumble and moan.
It pulls me from my slumber with a start.
My blankets wrapped around me keeping me warm as the cold morning air hits me.
I pull the covers over my head.
It can’t be morning already.
I want to hide from everyone and everything.
Just lay and look up at the ceiling and dream.
I want to hide from the world and pull the blankets closer.
The cold morning air wakes me, but I retreat under the covers.
Never leave the warmth and safety of the bed
Just lay and look up at the ceiling and dream.
I lay alone with all my thoughts,
The quiet in the morning
No one expecting anything from me
In this quiet time, oh the thoughts that come
Alas I must rise, each day the same
Running a race that never ends
Let me pull the covers back over my head.
The race never ends, just to take some days alone with my kids.
No work, no stress, just me and my kids.