Today was a play day. There were other responsibilities requiring my attention, but mostly I wrote. My fingers struggled to keep pace as the words tumbled and flowed. Time stood still, and the words piled higher than the parking lot’s snow hills. Today’s writing was without true purpose, without constraints, without pressure. The goal was to add words to the page.
I kept checking the clock, sure that hours had elapsed, to discover it had only been minutes. It was a wonderful feeling. It lifted my spirits and made me smile.
Does a productive writing session change your attitude?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer