There’s a lot going on here.
I’m exhausted after our holiday weekend but I think the reason for this will be
in another post entirely. I just have to be ready to write it. And I’m not
ready today, at least not this morning. Maybe later.
I’m writing from my bed, all
propped up with pillows, and the sun is coming up. Can you see it? There it is!
It rises directly into my
window as it shines it’s morning beam down the length of the lake. And I love
being woken by a stream of sunlight softly resting on my cheek. It's warmth rustling me out of slumber.
This is probably my favorite
time of day. The blissful time you float yourself awake. Ignoring it for as
long as I can, acceptance begins to creep in but my eyes remain closed;
closed for as long as I can without peeking. My brain starts to stir and I
begin to think. Some of my best thoughts occur right at this very minute of the
day; at the exact time my eyes struggle to open and I urge them to remain closed just a little while longer. And these thoughts, they run the
gamut.
As you can tell, I milk this
time of the day for all it’s worth. There’s no other like it, in my mind. I try
to stay still for as long as my schedule (or everyone else’s) will allow.
This morning, the water is
calm. And there’s a gentle breeze I can see moving the leaves in the massive
ash tree in my yard (it's 15 feet around!). If I had to make a guess, I’d say it’s going to be another
hot one. It has “the look”.
Not much on the agenda today,
but there really hasn’t been lately with the exception of weekend visitors. I’m
a little crabby because there’s no coffee yet and I could get up and make it
but I don’t want to ruin this moment, quite yet. The words are flowing and I hate stopping them.
I can tell you that I’ve been
writing all kinds of stuff lately. Just not stuff for here. And I should be or
maybe not. I still need to, and want to, get to an award my friend, a.eye, over
at “Shouldn’t Life Be More Than This?” gave me last week, The Liebster Blog
Award. I will do that today (I really have had a good reason for not writing here lately, I promise.)
I was looking for book
recommendations yesterday and happened to be with some of my book fanatic college aged friends. It was
a beautiful thing hearing three twenty-one year olds discuss books and the pros
and cons of two series they had all read, The Hunger Games and A Song of Ice and Fire
(Game of Thrones). They thoughtfully considered which series I, a book fanatic
as well, would enjoy more and why. It is exactly the type of conversation I
would love to have with anyone but to be having it with college kids, for some
reason, felt really special to me. Okay, I’ve been sappy lately!!! I admit it.
They chose…..The Hunger
Games for me.
I was to begin last night but felt more like writing. So I
wrote and I wrote and I wrote. Until close to 3:00am. So when the sun started throwing pebbles at my window early this morning because I had forgotten to draw the shade so I could sleep in a
bit, it arrived a little sooner than I wanted. I started to write...very early.
Something you don’t know
about me is that I spend some time writing romantic encounters. Of all kinds. And
I really mean ALL kinds. Steamy ones
are my favorite and a few of those kept me up last night. They just kept
rolling off my mind and threw my finger tips. To ignore them and not get them down in writing would be a waste or a
shame, at the very least. They held me captive, I swear.
Okay, was that TMI? I hope
not and if it was…so sorry! But I enjoy writing these, this way, and I do hope
we all spend some time writing these kinds of stories. They’re fun! Fun for me.
Yes, you are free to call me
weird if you want.
I suppose the coffee doesn’t
make itself and I’m jonzin’.
I believe I will turn this
random day into a purely writing day and when my fingers or my mind give up or
need a break, I have The Hunger Games hungrily waiting in the wings for
it’s pages to be caressed. Lay off the romance you say? NEVER!
