Odd, convinced I could never compile a
book organizing scraps, I committed to it as a method. Sometimes the
scraps are a triggering word, sometimes a sentence, sometimes a
paragraph and, despite my worst intentions, they're adding up. All
the blog posts I promised I would rewrite are organizing into the
same book just as I promised them they would. Huh.
I wouldn't suggest this method unless
you're writing a book a hundred different stories long.
The most wonderful epiphany happened
occurred at work the other night: I can't work full time and create
full time. I know I've posted this idea before, threatened to quit
before, stayed before. This time I quit. Yep, free and starving
like a starling in Winter. Not really, God blessed me with the
cheeks of a chipmunk so I'll be okay for quite a while.
Starving Starling and Cheeky Chipmunk
are my spirit animals. Being a Pisces I get two with opposing
traits.
Now, I'm all in as a collector of
leaves.
P.S. Kind of fun if you want to know.
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