What a week! Saturday night I finished my book. It's at the proofreader's now, and I had my first meeting with the artist who is doing the cover today. It's hard to believe I finished it. Whatever happens now, that fact remains, and to me, it's a plus. Hopefully, you will all love it and buy many copies. I'll let you know when it comes out. Ha! That's good! First me, then my book.
I'm in a writing group with Hilde Oleson. We meet each Tuesday at the library to read our work, listen to others' work and talk about writing in general. Actually, this group has been a great help keeping me busy on the book. Anyway, each week Hilde gives us a prompt, which is something to write about for next week. Last week's prompt was "Childhood Lies." Here's what I wrote:

Childhood Lies

Do you mean

Lies I told as a child, or

Lies I was told, as a child.

Two very different things, I think.

Of course I told lies:

“It’s not my fault!” and

“Robbie did it!”

Among the most popular,

Though there were others.

I used to tell people

I was descended from gypsys.

I wonder now if anyone

Believed me.

But then, people lied to me:

 “Don’t worry, it will be alright.”

On the day my parents separated.

It wasn’t alright, not for a long time.

Or

“I’ll be back soon. You wait here.”

That one never fooled me,

After the first time.

So, do we lie because we are lied to?

We’re not born liars.

How does it start?

More’s the point,

Where will it end?

See you next week, all. Phoebe