Sunday, January 7, 2018

Writing is like breathing, it’s possible to learn to do it well, but the point is to do it no matter what.

Julia Cameron, The Right to Write: An Invitation and Initiation into the Writing Life

See this is what happens. You have a routine, things are getting done, progress is being made, and then—boom!—Christmas happens, and days are jumbled, and routine is upset despite your best efforts to maintain it, and you wake up one morning in early January feeling like you’ve just been spit from the end of a hose.

Or maybe that’s just me.

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After a stellar and delicious writing day yesterday, culminating in my hiking husband delivering dark chocolate to the woman cave late afternoon, I’m setting aside my WIP for a few days. I find it to be a good practice to let a piece of writing sit for a while, and then return with fresh eyes for a final(ish) edit.

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Today, church this morning and perhaps some jigsaw puzzling and knitting this afternoon.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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