May start

Had a grand walk this morning with the fog beginning to lift off the trees and sun breaking through. Husband was quiet, I was too, a few regrets for the pillows still hanging on like the mist. But it’s a fine new day with peas to be picked and catboxes to be cleaned. Lots of tasks, dinner for a friend, and I must mix up some fresh catfood for the threesome. The real list lies in the ether, typing responds to the prompts on my ‘Author’s Questionnaire’ from Imajin Books, crafting fresh and provocative synopses (how many times we all do this!)  long and short autobiographies, and, there’s in the back of my mind an itch to write something entirely new.

I have a file of ideas, but they only gain life if I dream about them, so I am forever waiting to see what my back brain will decide to give life next. Of course I’ve heard of lucent dreaming, but I’ve never yet tried to direct the show; haven’t had to. I love surprises.

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