Oh, it’s so good to lock the door at work at 5:00 and actually be done. No work stress.
For a long time, stress and lack of energy made writing feel impossible. Once I stepped away from that job, it was like all this writing that had been waiting behind a closed door came spilling out.
So I’m buckling up and seeing what happens. Showing up each day and getting a poem or two on the page. Not finished. Not polished. Rough, but there. Collecting. Gathering.
Tonight I’m in a slightly different creative playground, learning how to make clips from a video. I have a feeling the real writing will happen later, in the wee hours.
How’s everyone else doing today?