Another week under the belt. Still shaking off the effects of Covid, still not 100% or should I say, 80%. Ha! But I am getting there. It is mostly just a persistent cough, nagging fatigue. Sunshine helps, one of a few things that can heal from a distance. Yesterday was all about revision. Trying to get back into the groove of all the tiny stories I’m trying to tell. I did add another piece to the '“Done” folder which felt good. I have three more pieces that I hope to slay today. Still, the little ghost piece. Another one that came from a Stephen Fry headline/quote I read a week or so ago. I was never cute; I’ve got better looking, as I’ve got older. Again, anything can become a prompt if it touches a vein. The last one touches on a disturbing trope within domestic violence. I think I will start with that one first because it originally came in a flash of inspiration and I worked and worked on it. Then I moved on to other pieces and it got lost in the fray. It's hard for me to shelve pieces and come back to them; because this is not the way my mind works. I have to strike while the iron is red hot and keep striking until it hurts. I have learned when to just walk away from a piece though. How to pick the bones of it, store them elsewhere, but not linger over the piece as a whole. I have a Google Doc entitled, The things left behind: Fragments or lines edited from other pieces. I love it. It allows me to let go.
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