I write free hand today. Notebook to paper. Silly stuff, but new stuff. An opening scene. A little magic. They call them plot bunnies I think. But I’m looking for entry points all over the place right now. With reading, with movement, and with writing too. So I spend a while writing just for myself.
I like that idea of entry points. We don’t need to plant flags at the top of the mountain. We need to find the trailhead. As much as I like to have a detailed map, sometimes we just need an arrow.
I haven’t done everything right today, this week, ever . . . but I seem to always find those trailheads again after I get lost. My notebook was one of those today.
With Love,
Natalie