I am frustrated this morning because I don’t have time for the real writing I want to do: an hour or more just on prep, on the freewriting that would clear my brain, then being able to focus in and on and through and down on one subject for one write, another hour, two, three. But there isn’t time. Rush rush rush. Some mornings I can feel the rush and work through it. Some mornings I just get swept away by it. The train never even gets to the track before it’s derailed.
Things I would be writing about, if I had more time this morning: Continue reading