And it felt good.
So good to sink into the work, to get beyond the distractions, the internal rebellions, the anxiety. Things are starting to fit together, the synapses of the story becoming evident.
Tomorrow I’m making a cherry pie; and doing laundry. Tomorrow it’s back to reality. But today was for words.
Do you have days like this that slip away into some place else? Like you never really touched down here? Today was like this.
My day disappeared today, but I know exactly where it went: completely subsumed in cleaning. sigh.
Oh, what a beautiful, beautiful way to spend your day! Big sigh coming from this corner of the internet…
an entire day writing…i’ve got to plan one of those soon…
wish i could have a piece of that cherry pie…