Stormy Musings
I apologize for the lateness of this post. My area experienced severe storms yesterday and we lost power. As we are still without power, getting a blog post out has been problematic. I spent much of the evening sitting in the dark, or near dark, writing. Times like these are my favorite times to write. Where the only light available comes from candlelight or by oil lamp. The primal energy that moves my muse is fueled by this light. I am nearly compelled to sit in the soft glow with paper and a fountain pen. There is a certain solitude that comes when the power goes out. A quietness unlike…
Rather Be….
At this moment, I would rather be doing anything but writing. I would rather be in bed, sleeping next to my husband. I would rather be playing computer games Or Reading, knitting, talking on the phone. Anything but writing. However, since I am not one to back down from a challenge, here I sit. Writing. It isn’t that I hate the words, though they’ve come slowly today. Its that I’ve put in my quota for the day. I should be done but I’m not. Yes, I have a quota of words each day. My muse is a reluctant ally tonight. Kicking and screaming, I’ve dragged her from the bowl of…
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