It is not the kind of day to sit out under a tree and write. Not unless you want to get your laptop all wet and soggy and your fingers all cold and wrinkly.Nonetheless, I did get some good writing on the new mystery this morning while at the library. One of those days when it starts to flow.
A nun once asked John of the Cross where he got his poetry. He said, "Sometimes they are given to me. Other times I have to look for them."
It is nice when they are given.
1 comment:
True- but then I start to think that that was WAY too easy and start wondering if I had read it somewhere before, just didn't remember, and am plagiarizing it.
It's a hard life we lead.
:-)
Rainy days really ARE best for doing our best writing tho, aren't they?
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