I am struggling to find stillness, a little silence. The moment I sit down to write the beast roars. I try to ignore it. I wish for it to go away. I beg it to leave me alone.
It doesn’t work. The holidays are coming, and I have lists to make, gifts to buy, cookies to bake. I know how to quiet the beast. I pack up my laptop, get in my car, and head to the coffee shop. Amid the holiday music and the calls of “Grande Sugar-Free Iced White Chocolate Mocha” and “Venti Gingerbread Latte with Soy”, I find my nothingness of silence.
Where will you find your silence today?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer