i write I fits and spurts. Sometimes quite regularly; other times there are gaps in the entries. I was busy and did not make time for the writing. Sometimes I was to unsure how to strat after a break. Sometimes the emotions are too raw. Sometimes I don't want to face the harsh reality of what was going on. Death, relationships, work, and family were where I put my energy.
Today feels like the first brisk and crisp autumn morning. The dogs and Milan and I have already been out. I am looking at a new-to-me car today and then spending some time in the studio. It should be a good day. Ducks are all in a row and I am feeling comfortable. Let's hope the Muses and I find each other today.
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