Pinkish cream, freckled hands on keyboard, recording thoughts and researching. Spring-freed birds sing in the background, dancing from tree to tree. I am a calm center writing today. My eyes are blue, inquisitive, searching and revealing. White little note papers are my friends, scribbled writings colour them and scatter on my desk. A light wind enters from the sliding balcony door. It is cool and comforting - the sun warms and sweetens the moment.
Exercise: Journey Writer: Describe your writing self. How do you see the part of you who is writing today? [a variation from Life's Companion by Christina Baldwin pg. 9]
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