I just need some of it. No laundry, no talking, no Pinterest, no email! All of it just causes a blocked brain…..I need to empty it of everything so that I can think of a something. Everyone has gone to sleep and the house is so soft and quiet…..my thoughts start to unfold, finally. Exhale.
And I promise myself for the hundredth time that I will get up early tomorrow, in the space before the rest of the house starts to yawn and stretch, and I will write write write.