A pink hue glows off you, writing self, as you tip tap away at your white keyboard. One day you will have a new MacBook or something similar but for now you use what you have as industriously as time and energy allows.
A garden spontaneously erupts all around you, thirsty for your words. You draw on the well and drop a drip or two into the beautiful funnel. Too little, you think, why so few words? Too many will drown them, you reply. How much is enough? How much is too much? When is enough, enough and when is it feeding time?
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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