Staying away from home at night broke loose my exhaustion and inability to focus after tax season, opened up my writing. And I want to write. I want to bring to writing some of the habits of focus that came out of mothballs for tax season. My friend Luc Reid on
And why wouldn't that translate over to my writing? Of course it will.
Off I go to write. I have photos of the new chicken run, which is a permanent structure now. Photos of Easter, photos of all kinds of things to be posted. But while that's on my list of 'want to do,' writing is higher priority. This story has fermented long enough.
Oh, and I had a great tarot reading about my writing too. Stop being such a perfectionist and let it flow. Yeah. Right.
Frog Out