This morning was a good morning. The prompt was, “Just beyond the edge of the woods”. It turned out to be Greta and her family who lived just beyond the edge of the woods, in among the trees, the walls of their house dappled with sunlight. It felt very much like a fairy tale. I was so close to living in story land — but then the alarm rang. And I had to quit — I have a morning meeting for the day job, really early, every Tuesday. But this story was going somewhere. I think I’ll pick it up and finish it some day.
The Fearless Creating book is currently talking about wildness in your work. I feel I’ve lost some of that, somewhere along the way. I’ve become too strict and outlined. Working naked (literally — as one of the exercises) isn’t a problem for me — it isn’t going to help me open up any. (Okay, that was probably TMI. *G*) But the other exercises — holding and hushing and valuing what was coming in — that was really good yesterday, and may have helped me have a good writing day today. Well, that and feeling better physically, recovering from the con, no longer feeling completely wiped out.
Speaking of being wiped out — Kiera, BTW, continues to be an absolute joy. She has little sparkly balls that she loves to play with. She actually feels comfortable enough to go racing around the house with them sometimes. She just finished doing that — racing this way and that, chasing after the ball, smacking it around. Now, she’s stretched out and all sleepy from having played too hard. She really is such a kitten sometimes.