I had one heck of a great writing morning. I was really happy because my work had been slooooowwww lately and, in the last few weeks, I felt like I was treading molasses trying to write anything.
But, this morning, my work area lit up with energy and inspiration. So, a couple of good poems that still need some editing, but they feel good, are stationed in the new manuscript and I am drinking yet another cup of my husband’s incredible coffee. Can I just be happy and grateful for all this without “figuring out the reasons?” OF COURSE NOT. As a certified crazy person, it is incumbent upon me to figure it out.
1. Prozac is finally working it’s way out of my system and I can FEEL things again–even if they aren’t always good things.
2. My husband is so adorable that it was, this morning, impossible not to get up and write about his little-boy face on the pillow.
3. I was hungry–really hungry for a bagel which I knew was lurking in the kitchen.
4. I found one of my favorite pens that I thought was lost.
It’s the little things…right?
It is ABSOLUTELY the little things.
Signed,
“Baby-Face Newberry”