Drinking: Herbal Pumpkin Spice Tea
Reading: Little Bee by Chis Cleave
Have you ever had a moment, whatever your craft (be it writing, art, dancing, music, solving mathematical equations, etc) where inspiration stuck and it was almost like something else was in contol entirely? Where you look back afterwards in daze, wondering, "Wow, did I just do that? Is it even possible for me to do that?" I loooooove when this happens. It's not often, but when it does I'm reminded why I write. That groove, that moment when near perfection flows from my pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard!) and I think, Dang. Sometimes I can write. Haha. It's best when it strikes in the middle of the night and I just KNOW I have to get up and write, no matter how tired I am. Then in the morning when I wake up again, I read what I wrote... and it's almost like someone else wrote it. Because I don't remember it. And it's good, keeps me hooked, has actual promise.
Well, this was definitely an early morning ramble. Shall go back later and try to edit this post? Make it sound like "near perfection?" Nah. Let's keep it gritty. ;-)
I know what you mean! It's like you're in another world, actually, right there in the story you're writing! I hope you'll join us tomorrow for Tuesday Morning Writing!
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