I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
A Wonderfully Creative Day
Today I did not put one word down on any poem, story, or the novel currently in progress, yet today has been a most creative day. How? Because ideas have been simmering and words have been playing and romping inside the brain. Atmospheres and descriptions have been noted and people observed who can add more flavor to the stories currently in progress. It is my hope that Monday, Labor Day, I will finally be able to get this short story out of my brain that is currently simmering there on one of the closer back burners - getting all of the flavors out into the mix for something I hope which is most good. Yes, although one word was not written, it was still a most creative day.
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