Pondering...

I'm waiting for my eighth book to be returned by my editors. Meanwhile I have a space in my life for other work. I can't remember the last time I felt space to ponder and dream without the burden of pending work or writing weighing me down. The memory of not writing in lazy afternoons is seducing me. Why else would I be sitting in my garden for hours watching a blue jay bully other birds and wondering if that blue jay had a sordid childhood that affected his ability to be kind? Oops, I forgot the rule: we are not supposed to personify animals. My calling my large labradoodle, Baby, is another example of my expecting the animal kingdom to be thoughtful as if the pour souls knew how. There I so again, giving animals a soul. But this time and space I occupy alone today has filled my being with joy and a knowing the brain needs refueling, after which creation and dogged work will resume. Time and space is bedrest for the brain before I write number nine. .
K. B. Pellegrino, Author