Today’s calendar square is empty. Twelve precious hours spread out before me like a gourmet buffet and I don’t know where to start, what to try first. Hubby and houseguest have gone into the city and my day at home has nothing begging for attention. On this first day of summer I feel like a child let out of school, racing through a meadow of unlimited possibilities.
There are a number of things I could do. Probably several I should do. Ah, but I’m going to indulge in what such a day allows… doing what I want to, guilt free. I want to sit here in uninterrupted solitude and snatch at thoughts as they flit through my mind like evasive butterflies.
Julia Cameron says, “Writing is about getting something down, not about thinking something up.”* Joy is a Monday with time to put the butterfly net to work… capture ideas and words… pin them down.
Twelve precious hours to write. “It’s a luxury to be in the mood to write. It’s a blessing but it’s not a necessity.”* I’m in the mood. I’m blessed.