What I was doing was…

Opening a fifteen minute window this morning to invite in some novel words. Writing in bed and 325 of them flew into the keys and appeared in Scrivener. Reading a good book at the moment and woke up to continue on, a treat I don’t normally give myself or want, and then felt inspired to write words of my own. Feeling like I really could thrown myself more fully into writing pages, but am mindful that these days are about rest, though I wonder about how I might create some more space in the near future to answer this urge if it remains. Tomorrow another window.