Alarm. Deep sleep. For some reason, a helpful image blossoms, this day of structured work and fun, a crucial day switching from research to writing. Then this assertion: “That’s the way to structure a day.”
Indeed. I spring to life.
Hugh Howey, author of Wool, etc., begins a series of “writing insights” in his blog. Advice from writers to writers always fascinates, even if inevitably the same things are repeated. I don’t know anyone who’s read more of this stuff than I have. So it’s not often I actually recommend “words of wisdom from up high,” but this is the real deal. The first of four parts: read it!
(Image from his blog.)
Nearing the end of work I deem necessary but hate, I rise on time and venture into wintry darkness to gain inspiration from a star or two. No stars. Nothing alluring at all. Back inside to work.
Life has been a zone of unsteady lately but a good start is embracing, warm light. Let’s sink in.
Make a shrill howling or wailing noise (I could do that right now)
I woke and wondered: am I actually feeling capable again? The only way to find out was to head to the cave, on a gorgeous Melbourne winter’s day.