Friday already? The sun is shining, low 80s and I am feeling good. We are on track for our soft opening next week, Grand opening, September 1st. In between that, I have found my rhythm again. Yesterday, since my back was feeling better, I went for a walk and surprisingly, came up with a micro. I only had to redirect myself once because someone was coming in my direction. It was a woman with a dog, I wasn't worried about the dog but I wasn't in the headspace for the small talk expected in these moments. She was the inspiration for the micro though, so thank you, distant neighbor! It's a quirky piece that I think might be a good for a Fall call put out by The Last Girls Club: This One's for the Weirdos. I will add their link at the end. I also have another piece that I'm working on for that call. Here is the first line: She tried not to stare at the three women sipping their lemonade or iced tea out of matching crystal cut glasses... It was a free write, so I wrote as it came and still have to edit. I know it's clunky but it will get better. I don't know if it is because my heart is leaning towards Fall and of course, Halloween but I want to write something a wee bit creepy. I think these two pieces will scratch that itch for now. I am revisiting Heartland II, Poets of the Midwest and it had grounded me again. I have been going through the motions in a way, something less strenuous than flailing but it's disorienting nonetheless. I posted this on my notes but love it enough to repost here: "To the eye alive nothing is without its wonder." Yes, this mindset could go horribly wrong but yes, there is also something about catching a dragonfly land just out of sight and then see it cooling off on a shaded sidewalk. Noticing the colored striations in the sky at sunset. Picking up on conversations and sound. As a writer, you do have to be sort of a magpie. You do have to have the eye of a painter, photographer, ear of a musician; you have to have a heart that reaches out further than your four walls. You have to CARE and curate your caring so that you do not get lost in the minutiae.
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What a lovely, heartening post. I hope you keep feeling better. Love the first phrase of your piece. Good luck with writing a creepster! :)