It’s coffee day. Most days it’s green tea or at the most yerba mate. It was a rough night with a lot of tossing and turning. I also had another nightmare. This one involved Dennis Hopper’s character from Blue Velvet chasing after me with this family of freakish humans in tow. Frigging David Lynch. Love him and hate him.
And though it’s new and feels weird, connecting with another writer is a great habit. It tempers your expectations, your ego, and your will.
Later today, I will be extra special to myself for this practice, for the courage and the effort to not shun or ignore or push away or deny fear like so many of us are trained to do at a very young age. I will be gentle to myself later on because, as Julia Cameron once wrote, treating yourself like a precious object will make you strong.
After I stayed with it, after letting it speak to me, I nurtured my fear and my breath, returned to my breath. I rose from my chair, returned to my writing table, donned my hat, and continue editing my novel.
Create and complete.
P.s. Please excuse the incongruity of font here. As my friend Maegan says “I’m having trouble with robots”. 😀