Ahhh. Looked forward to the long weekend all month. With all that’s been attempting to distract me from what’s important, I crave some time to spend with my work-in-progress (WIP).
And now I have it.
Have been seriously considering ways in which to further honor my writer soul, even to the point of checking into cashing out my retirement fund, which would allow me to live without steady income for at least a year with current expenses being what they are. That’s more tempting to my nomadic soul than I might ever admit aloud.
I don’t like to put stipulations on my daily word count (because as writers, we all know that sometimes the Muse is present, some days he’s not), only hope to produce as many words as I can over the next five, uninterrupted days.
So, aside from a bit of baking (pumpkin pie!) and time out for my oft-daily dog fix, it’s time to create. I am thankful for the world I live in, the friends who support the writer in me, and all animals for nurturing this lost soul no matter what.