blank page every day, a white screen fingers feel their keyboard place the dot on F and J a quiet moment noting breath’s rhythm then—rereading yesterday’s draft listening refines the thread always the question what’s up—what comes forward now?
Love this. When I sit to write, and don't know exactly what I want to say or what topic I want to write on, I welcome the muses. I ask for help, not in a nervous way, but in a humble way. I partner with grace to bring forth my words.
Thanks for the glimpse inside your method.
my method: stumbling in the dark!
That is always the question! And I like yours: What comes forward now?
Thanks, Jan!
So true. What comes forward now is sometimes insistent, but more often it's just there, a feeling more than something solid that can be named.
yes, exactly.
Love this. When I sit to write, and don't know exactly what I want to say or what topic I want to write on, I welcome the muses. I ask for help, not in a nervous way, but in a humble way. I partner with grace to bring forth my words.
Exactly my process too, Nan! I'm very respectful of the muses....
You do know I added a muse to the original ones? Harriet the Spy. She lives on my right forearm...
I love it! Welcome, Harriet!