My writing adviser has told us to just write when we sit down at a computer. Just write. Before actually getting into the story I’m trying to write this morning, I wrote this…
“There is snow on the ground, with orange leaves all around. And with the twang of coffee in my chest and the sound of the old radio filling this nest, I can honesty say that I would rather be no place else… no place else than here.
[full disclaimer: i would rather this place be cleaner.]”
I laugh because I almost don’t remember writing it. And when I do, I smile at myself figuring it all out. Or trying.
wull hay. 