when morning pages flow like water
I think you guys were an inspiration yesterday. For whatever reason, after I ranted about the pages, I went back, picked an idea and tried writing about it just to get something moving. I ended up with about a paragraph’s worth of “writing” (a real paragraph, not the two-sentence run-on that constitutes a paragraph in the mind of my 7th graders), and an urge to play with an idea for my heroine.
Twenty minutes later I reluctantly put away my notebook to head to school. Success!
Today while walking Omar (my girl dog with a boy’s name), I had a thought directly related to the heroine and something she said to the hero. Came home, grabbed the notebook and captured FIVE PAGES of writing. The first one is morning page stuff, dream notes, a song I woke up with in my head (do you ever do that?), and one line from my heroine to my hero in the first or second scene of the book: “Stop that! I hardly know you!”
Little does she know (time travel that it is) that they do, in fact, know each other. Quite well, as a matter of fact…lol.
Just stopping by to thank you and see how your writing is going today/this week. How’s the work coming?
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It's pretty simple, really. I'm a writer who loves writing about writing, and sharing all the tricks of the trade with other writers. And when I'm not writing, I'm thinking about writing. I have a hunch you know what I mean :)