The kids are on spring break. I hope they have a good time. I’m not on break, a fact which still confuses
the youngest of them, but there are some perks.
I pass a big high school on the way to the train station. Today I made the station 10 minutes earlier
than usual. We have a 30 gallon hot
water heaters. Today my shower was hot.
It may be Monday, but so far it’s a pretty good day.
When I pulled back into town Saturday evening I noticed that
the leaves were out. They had still been
working on that when I left the weekend before.
It got me thinking about writing.
Sure, everything gets me thinking about writing, but this was about the
process of writing, not a specific story.
You sit there, struggling to bring your tale into focus, or
bloom, and nothing happens. You’ve got
the basic framework (branches) and some ideas (buds) but you can’t get it
together. So you go away for a week and
when you come back – boom! (Or should I
say, “Bloom?”)
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