So today I did some serious writing and this is what it looked like.
This place was crowded, let me tell you. Voices everywhere, all telling me their stories. Scenes unfolding. Conversations between characters. Stuff happening. I walked from from one end of the beach to the other, over and over. Writing, writing, listening, thinking. Writing.
There Were Distractions:
Deer prints in the office, and mysterious noises coming from just beyond, over the bank. Was I about to be interrupted by a visitor? (As it turned out, I wasn't).
Treasures and Rewards
Every now and then the scenes stopped rolling, the voices were silent, and I found treasures. That happens sometimes when you're writing - something unexpected arrives and you just have to stop and absorb it: not a distraction, not an interruption. More like a treasure, or a reward.
|Sea glass haul|
|Driftwood and tide lines|
|Life and death. Ave atque vale, Crab|
|Once a fisherman's homemade buoy|
Not a single word on paper or typed into a document on my computer.
But still a successful day of writing. Feels good.