Let me tell you a funny story. I sat down tonight at the
kitchen table to do some actual writing. Keeping in mind the co-writers that
usually sit in the other chairs and that they were absent, I began to write. Of
course I had to check my email first and then I moved on to Facebook and after
too long a time I gently reminded myself to get back on track. That worked for
about thirty minutes and then I had an epiphany. My eldest had recently moved
out and it was time I repossessed his room to write in. I spent the next hour
scrubbing and polishing the long abused desk and found a usable chair and dug
in.
Reminded of “The Three Bears” and the girl with the golden hair it all felt
just right. The writing Karma just
flowed so nice. Another hour and two pages later it was time to stop. Tomorrow
is another day.
Let me tell you a funny story. I sat down tonight at the
kitchen table to do some actual writing. Keeping in mind the co-writers that
usually sit in the other chairs and that they were absent, I began to write. Of
course I had to check my email first and then I moved on to Facebook and after
too long a time I gently reminded myself to get back on track. That worked for
about thirty minutes and then I had an epiphany. My eldest had recently moved
out and it was time I repossessed his room to write in. I spent the next hour
scrubbing and polishing the long abused desk and found a usable chair and dug
in. 
Reminded of “The Three Bears” and the girl with the golden hair it all felt
just right. The writing Karma just
flowed so nice. Another hour and two pages later it was time to stop. Tomorrow
is another day.
