The Good Patrons of 750 Words

A Note of Inspiration from The Fisher Kitty

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This is day one for me, a newly hatched egg with aspirations of becoming a turkey. My writing has been stunted and stagnant for over a year and a half now. Before then, I could write thousands of words in a sitting, day after day after day. I just couldn’t run out of ideas and the words to express them. I wrote 10,000 words in a sitting once. So what happened? My grandmother, a great inspiration in my life, passed away. She was more than an inspiration to me though; she was safety and comfort and love, and without those things I found I could not do much at all. The rest of my life I have rebuilt, but my writing still suffers, is still a withered and lifeless thing in need of breath and motion. And here, I hope I can find the life in it again, through these baby steps of 750 words a day. Hope is an odd emotion for me, glinting out of reach like a bit of bottle glass in beach sand, worn smooth by waves and time. Is this for me? Dare I pick it up and carry it with me? As I hatch from my egg, I say to myself and to you, yes. I dare. Also, I wish I actually had a piece of beach glass. I used to. I wonder where it went?

Testimonial Note from The Fisher Kitty on Sun, Nov 18

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