Morning Reprieve
I write in the morning when the magic of dreams are still alive. Before the tasks of the day start flooding in. Some days writing feels clunky, mechanical and almost impossible; I wonder why I even try. Other mornings it feels like the spirit of the story is flowing out of the ether, through me and my fingertips. Those are the moments I live for. That sensation is what keeps me coming back.
Cultivating Sunshine 