It was a week of re-visioning and editing.
A short story, less than ten pages, possessed me.
In the still darkness of dawn, I sleepwalked toward my computer.
At dusk, I rushed into my apartment in search of my Beloved.
The flow of inspiration and perspiration pulsed through my writing and my life simultaneously.
I began the rewriting process with procrastinations and fears of inadequacy.
But once I became the process, everything moved in unexpected directions.
I discovered scandalous scenes and desperate dialogue that propelled me into a land only artists can experience.
Every day held the possibility of a fairytale or a mystery.
This passion for writing taught me a lesson about living.
Use your imagination to drive your actions.
Engage in an uncomfortable challenge without self-judgment.
Go back to knitting the story of your life one joyful stitch at a time.
Do it for the love of it.