somewhere in your blog or a comment ,I read a comment about work and job description,if employment doesn't have a job description then it is not work? I'm uncertain but it was a good concept and a good prompt for my journaling mind rolling writing.I've lost track of where I read that...but I would like to recall it. if this rings a bell let me know?
Good things come to those who wait.I cannot wait! does that mean I'm attracting bad? anyway I hear you've frozen, nothin to do but wait for mud season to see what emerges.Im sure it will be ripe and rich.just right for rolling in ,like my dog finds ,mud season after thaw ,delights and mysteries uncovered. just right for exploring and immersion in.
The Plow often sits alone... waiting. Maybe for the season, someone with knowledge, a three point hitch or a team of horses... like the writer. No use talking seed or some far off-close- harvest unless the ground is clear.
Yes, being alone in a room of people- sometimes for a life- is- the iron cold stamp of olden images stuck frozen deep in winter's pause . Even when everything screams Now now NOW! Only the shouts are heard as falling crystals floating by this very moment in which your own eyes pause, reflect. Hop
Sometimes you just have to try a different approach. Did that character dream? What were her midnight musings? Did she talk to her work, telling it to behave as though it was a child? Ask her what she was afraid of and what smell she liked best and how her grandmother’s hands looked.
Waiting for the feedback, then the energy
somewhere in your blog or a comment ,I read a comment about work and job description,if employment doesn't have a job description then it is not work? I'm uncertain but it was a good concept and a good prompt for my journaling mind rolling writing.I've lost track of where I read that...but I would like to recall it. if this rings a bell let me know?
thanks ! EN.
Good things come to those who wait.I cannot wait! does that mean I'm attracting bad? anyway I hear you've frozen, nothin to do but wait for mud season to see what emerges.Im sure it will be ripe and rich.just right for rolling in ,like my dog finds ,mud season after thaw ,delights and mysteries uncovered. just right for exploring and immersion in.
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The Plow often sits alone... waiting. Maybe for the season, someone with knowledge, a three point hitch or a team of horses... like the writer. No use talking seed or some far off-close- harvest unless the ground is clear.
Yes, being alone in a room of people- sometimes for a life- is- the iron cold stamp of olden images stuck frozen deep in winter's pause . Even when everything screams Now now NOW! Only the shouts are heard as falling crystals floating by this very moment in which your own eyes pause, reflect. Hop
I really appreciate this window into your process and life, Geoff.
I get that tangent rush when I finish books.
I'm gonna call you soon. we should both have gin on hand. sending hugs.
Yes, indeedy!
Steven King said that it's when he's done about 18 revisions and can no longer bear to read the book...it's done!
Sometimes you just have to try a different approach. Did that character dream? What were her midnight musings? Did she talk to her work, telling it to behave as though it was a child? Ask her what she was afraid of and what smell she liked best and how her grandmother’s hands looked.
Ask her what she has to say. Maybe she’ll tell.