Writing Days
So here it comes, my Blog Post number two. Please excuse any glitches and hiccups about to happen, driving this is still a work in progress for me, definitely.
These are the days I like best. Writing days, locked away in my study or hiding on the small balcony which runs off our bedroom (sounds like a palace – it’s not) hiding from the world so I can write uninterrupted. Lately this seems to be happening less and less, like us all, life gets in the way.
Then there are those precious times when words just jump up and say ‘I want be be heard, don’t forget me, write me down RIGHT NOW’ and I grab the serviette or crumpled piece of paper from the bottom of my handbag, find some sort of writing instrument and begin to write – that’s what happened this morning.
So now I am back from my daily walk, the muse has taken over, possessed me, so that I am writing at the kitchen table, toast and coffee in hand scribbling these odd thought-trailings in shorthand. All I need to do now is make sure I can read my shorthand – an almost dying art I must blog about, some time.
I plan to blog each Wednesday, for no other reason than it seems like a good day.
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