Stuck with writing this morning –
I reworked a piece this morning for my writers group which meets tomorrow.
I read over a few chapters in Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott.
I paged through Keeping a Nature Journal, by Clare Walker Leslie, gazing at the images.
I scrolled through the links on todays call to post.
I found a stumbling little poem :
- I feel helpless
- some days I am limping
- while writing under the influence
- I am nervously waiting
- to ready myself to write
- I take a walk
- I am buried in paper work
- having nothing to write
- everything eventually gets done
- I am in need of
- inspired by visiting
- I will miss this
- it is the little things
- that are so profound
(This poem was developed by pulling parts of the tag lines in the call to post today.)