From Thing to Thing

Today was a day I bounced from thing to thing with barely time to breathe. You know days like this. You bounce. You don’t even stop to sit down.

But you’re a writer, so with your purse still on your shoulder and your car keys on your lap, you take three minutes before the next thing and you set your fingers to the keys.

That’s what it’s like. When you run a household, raise the children, work, and do your thing, the writing fills in the nooks and crannies of the day. I’m learning to turn from the necessity of leisurely hours to write while sipping coffee and leaning back to gaze upon the landscape and consider the next verb. Instead, I plop down, write, and then bounce.

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