There is a little girl trapped in my head named Harriet and she is screaming to come out. Well, not screaming, but at midnight last night she had me writing in long hand in bed about her adventures in life. She is an idea that I had written down and put into a file folder full of other notes and ideas for further exploration. Last night, she was having none of that.
My inner muse/rightbrain/”write”brain kicked in and I put forth somewhere between 300 and 400 words in an hour. I just let it flow and once the flow started, it didn’t want to stop. I haven’t even thought of writing since last Wednesday due to a nasty stomach virus that I picked up at my sons doctor’s office. Needless to say, she must have been waiting all of this time to come out, because I dreamed about a little girl while I was sick. It must have been her, waiting in the trenches.
I am feeling so much better about myself. It’s hard to shift from logical left-brain mode to right-brain mode a lot of times and I am learning what situations, circumstances and places cause the shift. I have the most rapid, inspired shifts while I am in a bookstore or at my local coffee shop. I carry a notebook with me at all times and my husband is my official note-taker if I am driving. It looks like chicken scratch, but is translateable.
We shall see how Ms. Harriett does today. She may come out, she may stay in. Either or I shall welcome her little tiny voice happily.
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