Yesterday’s writing day was fantastically scripted and executed.
Rising early, I dressed and set out on a brisk walk through the cold air as the sun stepped over the mountains and delivered light and warmth. For a while, only birds and I watched the sunrise for as far as I could see. Eventually I encountered another walker and then a cyclist but their temporary presence did nothing to diminish the solitude and serenity.
Arriving at the coffee shop, I set up and edited for several hours, stopping at the point where I’m to begin a new chapter. This is the final chapter to be added. I’d planned it a few weeks ago and have reached the point where it’s time to write it. I’m nervous over it. It’s a complex piece and this chapter will add more complexities while clarifying other situations.
I like a certain tension to the endeavor when I write. Ditto with work situations, one of the reasons I tend to procrastinate. I like the tension and pressure. I expect today's writing day to be intense.
After writing yesterday, I walked home. Spring was finally clearly arrived. Birds sang and played, bees bee'd, and the rich trees and flowers, oh so gorgeous, instilled the perfect atmosphere. My wife and I did yard and garden work throughout the afternoon before finishing up by spreading some mulch for an elderly neighbor. Simple meals of salads, bread and soup completed a lovely day.
Now it’s time to buckle down, address the new chapter and write like crazy.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com