The comfort of routine
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A sample from yesterday's work.... |
Reading through Book Three of The Hawk and being in the writing/revising zone....
Before I begin today's reading, I need to note how comforting it was yesterday to dive into a manuscript well known and steep myself not only in its realm, but the steadying manner of doing something related to writing. And how I didn't realize it would be so cathartic until dwelling there.
There is a place I've enjoyed for nearly twenty years, the haunts of authorhood, of piecing prose, of writing. Revisions are a part of it, prepping manuscripts, crafting the first dang draft itself; all those elements are necessary if one chooses (or is chosen, lol) to follow the muse as far as it wishes to take us. Dragging us at times, yes, but only because writers are fearful of being shot down, of not being able to write, of bad reviews, of losing the plot, of whatever dark clouds that mar our vision.
This of course can apply to artists spanning a wide range of talents. My talent is writing. And oh my goodness I am grateful to again dip my toes into those calming waters.
'Nuff said. Time to return to the early 1960s, where Lynne and Eric are realizing their most precious dream. Check out The Hawk if you're curious. Or soothe yourself in a fave pastime. And enjoy a beautiful day!