Thursday, August 2nd, 2018
The words don’t want to come tonight. It’s work. It’s been a couple hours of work so far. Work I love, work that is making me indescribably happy, but work nonetheless. I have ideas, so many ideas – for this project, for other projects, for creative projects and ordinary little domestic projects – but I am doing the blank paper stare. There have been small idea blooms, though, like little fireworks I have tried to capture in notes, lists and word maps. Today’s notebook spread is multicoloured, scattered and wonderful in its way. This is what it is to create. You sit down to the work.
While I may not have come away from the desk this evening with pages and pages of Where She Walks gold, I did uncover a little something when I started to play with Ws. It has no title, and I don’t really know what it is, but in a way, it fits here, so I thought I would share it with you.
Try reading it out loud. Give each word its moment, don’t rush. Breathe. It’s kinda neat. Have fun.
Wild, wonderful world.
Wacky, wild, wonderful world.
War-torn, wacky, wild wonderful world.
Weighty web … wondrous well-spring
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