Today was a *great* writing day. The prompt was, “I can imagine.” And there was Terry, a writer, and there was Ester, his muse, dreaming in her tomb in the depths of St. Stephen’s. (For though she may be dead, she still dreams. . .) It was nice to find one of the Esters for whom Ester’s Park is named. But I’m positive she’s not the only one. The historical evidence on why the area was named Ester’s Park isn’t clear. *G* Since today’s Saturday, I wrote until I was finished, much longer than 30 minutes. Can’t tell you how long — I was pretty much in the zone the entire time. Felt oh-so-good to be in story land for a while. Still feeling mighty fine, to tell you the truth.
Today I should be busy. Busy I tell you! I have so many things to do this weekend, like dispatching the tumbleweed-sized dust bunnies under the chaise lounge, vacuuming until my two area rugs have color and not mere fur, starting my critiques for the WisCon writer’s workshop, etc.
But there’s also a new ANTM for me to watch. And I think a long soak in the bathtub wouldn’t go awry. And maybe a walk in the partial sunshine while it’s out. . .as well as a Kiera kitty to cuddle and play with.
Happy Saturday one and all!