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Little Drops of Writing
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I am trying to get my writing out, even if in little drops. I have written snippets in my little notebook. I’ve noticed that the last two times were in the doctor’s office, a time and space where there is quiet, and rather than flip through a magazine, I unzip my pouch, pull out pen and notebook and just go—write and write what will come out. I wrote a few snippets that I had intended to post because it’s nice to share and it’s nice to have a place where I can find things more easily than on my computer in the many folders and many documents that become muddy and forgotten. Just yesterday, I reread a small free write that came to me. It felt like it was only months ago that I wrote it and intended to post it. Had it been that long? It was dated 2009.

This morning, I sit here. I began by looking through the writing prompts on my new Kindle—another topic I’d like to write about: My reaction to being Kindled. I sit here typing to Bossa-Nova playing in the background. It is my morning groove into each day, my cup of coffee close at hand.

The writing prompt book didn’t help this morning. I flipped through the e-pages and decided to set it aside and write, tap out whatever thoughts came to my mind. I knew that the music was calling me, coaxing me to do what I haven’t done consistently in so long, to get those words out, to keep sharpening the edge. I have still been true to my passion for writing and reflecting, but it has mostly stayed in the notebook in my head; now I must start clearing those crevices and revisit some of the thoughts in the notebooks that I kept. There are still many more to toss out—that will be for another day.

Happy day and Happy writing.

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Ah but it will come - just

Ah but it will come - just you wait and see - it always does like high tide-unstoppable and the watermark a joy to behold! m

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I appreciate your optimism

I appreciate your optimism very much, m. I love the imagery of the high-tide. Wonderful!

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Rebbecca, What finer

Rebbecca,

What finer notebook than the one in your head? You'll never lose it and there's more than adequate storage space.

It's refreshing to have your words back on my screen. Regardless of what you say, they're unmistakeably yours.

Jules

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Jules, It's nice to see you.

Jules, It's nice to see you. I thank you for reminding me that, yes, I suppose there is still more space up there. :)

Your words make me smile and so very glad that you can hear my voice.