Today, I struck gold
Created, developed, sent
Wobbling ideas off…
Today, I lived the dream: fantastic, dancerly workout at studio, drafted a terrific blog post and wafted it out into the world. I coached a young writer, helped a nascent network, connected with friends and laughed. Later, I revised more pages of my novel than ever before, weaving in wonderful hints of the mayhem to warp the world later in the story.
Now it is nearly 7:00 p.m. Dinner is ready to be ready. The evening will star a new favorite series with my loved ones, ever-present and ever-loving dog at my side.
I will sleep the rest of the genuinely weary, physically and mentally and emotionally spent. Any dreams will be welcome fantasies — maybe I can use plot threads and images in my work.
Tomorrow is looking to be another thing entirely. Will today’s rowdy achievements mean that the well is dry — or will it be replenished and generous?