How did you know about the heated argument with my lover?! Just kidding. Thanks for this. It rings true as I sit here trying to "pull myself together" and get something done. Susie Anne
Thanks for evoking Little Atlin for me and, yes, my writing happens when I leave my desk and head into the woods. The words come forth as my heart rate rises and my cheeks get rosy, like they had always been right there.
How did you know about the heated argument with my lover?! Just kidding. Thanks for this. It rings true as I sit here trying to "pull myself together" and get something done. Susie Anne
The very act of trying to "pull ourselves together" is grist for the writing/creative mill! That could be a whole Monty-python-esque scene :)
Pull yourself together, Man!
Thanks for evoking Little Atlin for me and, yes, my writing happens when I leave my desk and head into the woods. The words come forth as my heart rate rises and my cheeks get rosy, like they had always been right there.
I love that image of your words, like heart beats, pouring onto the page. Thank you Lori :)