“I have forced myself to begin writing when I’ve been utterly exhausted, when I’ve felt my soul as thin as a playing card & somehow the activity of writing changes everything.” – Joyce Carol Oats

I wasn’t in the mood to write this morning. I wanted to go into the sunny garden & play. But I’m in the midst of a new, exciting story that needs to be written. Nowadays I’m getting better as deciphering the difference between intuition & procrastination. &, this time, it was definitely the latter So I sat myself down & started to write & kept writing. At first I still didn’t want to but, as I wrote, the story seized hold of me again & I began to delight in it. I rolled around in words, instead of sunshine & I felt great – both doing it & to have done it. It reminded me of this fantastic quote by Joyce Carol Oats. And fortunately, it was still sunny in the afternoon so Oscar, Artur & I went out to play. It was all the more fun since I had a few thousand new words under my belt.

 

Artur & Oscar & me at Wandlebury, Cambridgeshire.