Sunday, February 10, 2008

Writing logs

The three day blow howls through the trees, cleanses the spirit and renews the mind like a freshly cleaned whiteboard. The canvas awaits a direction. I pick up the brush and begin to mark the surface. Baby steps. Setbacks. Then a dot moves across the pages forming lines and shapes. Spelling words and sentences. Keep moving one step follows another until the first paragraph is made, the first chapter, the second chapter the manuscript.