four children + green dreams + recipes + story writing + running wild + (sanity) = where you'll find me
Friday, January 14, 2011
What amazes me is how something doesn't exist, and then it does; and when it does, it seems always to have existed.
I want to write something about this writing week, but all I can think of to say is that I'm done. I'm done with the writing week. But I'm also done with the bulk of the writing. I stayed up late working last night, pausing only to dash out to a yoga class in between daytime writing and nighttime writing. And today, a really amazing story came.
I'm mother of four, writer, dreamer, planner, runner, teacher, photographer, taking time for a cup of coffee in front of this computer screen. My days are full, yet I keep asking: how can I fill them just a little bit more
-- with depth, with care, with pleasure.