Gray Saturday
Outside today, all is gray and damp. The Nor'easter that came by overnight brought us a lot of rain here in southern NJ, but no snow, though there's a chance we'll see a few flakes later this afternoon.
In the front yard outside my writing room, there's a witch hazel bush that is full of buds already. How is it that the plants know to start preparing for spring while it's still winter, and the worst of winter weather is still to come? I don't know, but I sure admire them.
Later today, I'll go get some craft supplies, as I find myself wanting to create tangible things of late. Not stories, as much as I'd like, but that is okay for now.
Also? I've come to realize that waiting around until I'm "on fire" to write is probably a waste of my time. Far better for me to show up and write anyway, if I want to be a writer. (Of course there are days lately when I ask myself that very question. I still think the answer is "yes," though it's not always as definite an answer as I'd like.)
In the front yard outside my writing room, there's a witch hazel bush that is full of buds already. How is it that the plants know to start preparing for spring while it's still winter, and the worst of winter weather is still to come? I don't know, but I sure admire them.
Later today, I'll go get some craft supplies, as I find myself wanting to create tangible things of late. Not stories, as much as I'd like, but that is okay for now.
Also? I've come to realize that waiting around until I'm "on fire" to write is probably a waste of my time. Far better for me to show up and write anyway, if I want to be a writer. (Of course there are days lately when I ask myself that very question. I still think the answer is "yes," though it's not always as definite an answer as I'd like.)