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Dive In by L. M. Montes

Dive in, to the words,
paint them using your mind
as they travel through your eyes,
plummet down your neck,
across to each shoulder,
float along your arms
to fingertips,
brushing their way across
paper and screen,
and morphing  stories
from idea to creative means.



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A Skill I’d Like to Learn

Daily writing prompt
What skill would you like to learn?

I would have to go with marketing. Since I’ve published my books, I have learned quite a bit in way of marketing them, but I could know more. It isn’t easy, but it’s a fun process to learn. One of the best perks about it is meeting new people. So, if you are new to this blog and reading my material for the first time, like, share, and follow. Welcome!!! It’s nice to have you here.

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Tomorrow’s Priority

What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?

Getting out of bed. If no one makes that a priority, how do we live our lives? Seriously though, Jesus is my number 1 priority.

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Hardwork

In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?

It leaves me with a sense of accomplishment. If I had done nothing all day, then what would there be to feel accomplished about? Nothing.

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Valuable Trait

What’s the trait you value most about yourself?

I’m partial to all if them.

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Cultural Heritage

What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in?

I’m proud of where I came from. My roots go back to Russia. My paternal grandfather was Russian, a Cossak, and a story for another time. My grandmother was German. There’s a story there, too, but for another time.

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Doing More

What could you do more of?

Pray

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Best Advice

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?

I was given advised to dump the guy I had been seeing. It was great advice, but I didn’t listen. I should have. Eventually, he dumped me. Thank God.

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Sound within a Sound by L. M. Montes

Over the roar of the ocean
waves whisper,
over the screeching wind
gales speak,
over the clapping of leaves
birds sing.

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Inner Run by L. M. Montes

A mist invaded within
my core to run
and keep on running,
shadows past lay
sunken low
in veiled realms unknowing.