Magical Saturday Mornings

Saturday mornings are my favorite time of the entire week. It's like my own personal holiday that occurs weekly. Why? There is a certain magic to Saturday mornings. I wake up, after sleeping in a bit (when you get up at 5am on weekdays, sleeping til 7am is sleeping in)...and the day feels fresh, new. There is no place that I have to rush off to, and no reason to dress up. I can wear my favorite jeans if I want to (and I always do). The sun is shining, and seems to sparkle through my windows. I have such a feeling of well-being at those times.

I feel like I could do anything. The air is ripe with possibilities. The past is of no consideration; instead, there is a certain newness to the day. The day is fresh, and all that is needed to get started is a nice cup of tea. With a tea cup in hand, I sit and explore the possibilities. What shall I do today? Write a novel? Draft an amazing article? Begin a loaf of fragrent bread? Anything is possible.

Saturday mornings are not a time to be wasted. No TV viewing, no reading of books (my favorite addiction), nothing ordinary.

So, I'm off to continue on with my wonderful Saturday morning, off to explore the magic of the day. Enjoy the magic of your personal holiday!

Why I Write

The question comes to mind: just why do I write? It's been my dream since childhood, since I figured out that someone wrote those amazing stories that I read. But beyond that, why?

One reason I just discovered this morning. When I get to work, and while getting my morning mug of tea (yes, mug...at home I brew proper pots of tea, but at work, can't often)...I usually end up briefly chatting with my friend Sharon. As always, the question arises, how was your day/night yesterday? This morning, I found myself answering 'I had a good day yesterday.' Then as I walked down the long corridor through cubicleville, I found myself thinking, 'why did I answer that?' The work day yesterday, while productive, was a frustrating one. So why did I think my day was good?

Then I had it..the difference was that yesterday I spent time writing. All I did was to work on an article, maybe 20 minutes or so. But that was enough. When I spend time writing, I am happier. A bit of joy is released from my heart in the act of writing...and encompasses me.

So, now, realizing that, I will endevor to write daily. I know I can do that, because in November, I took part in NaNoWriMo, and wrote for 28 days out of 30. So, watch for new posts here on Tuesdays and Saturdays...and know that in between, I'm at my keyboard (or using my magical Scottish pen), and I am writing.

The word "tawny" flittered through my mind....

I didn't need my first mug of tea this morning. I got enough of an adrenaline boost on the way to work. I got almost all the way there, and had just turned onto Mill Road, and had just glanced down to check my speedometer, and when I glanced back up, my first thought was 'tawny'. Then the thought traveled swiftly around my mind, looking for something to link to. Then it clicked, and I swiftly swerved into the oncoming lane, to avoid hitting a doe that was just standing in the road. Just standing there. When I swerved, she sauntered off with an attitude of 'What?' like an annoyed teenager. I am just so glad that there wasn't a car in that oncoming lane. I can just see that accident report had there been a car there. 'Driver swerved into the path of the oncoming car, to avoid hitting a deer that spontaneously appeared in the lane.'

Good Morning!

New Perspective

It's midway through the first month of a new year. I've had a few magical Saturday mornings (I'll explain about the magic of Saturday mornings another time). But I've realized that this year didn't feel new...didn't feel any different. Then I realized it. The difference has to begin within me. So, now I have a new perspective, a new way of looking at this year.

This year, I'm going to focus on my writing more...submit more articles, finish my first book, and start a second one. When I've let it rest a while, I'll begin the revision process on that first book. I will post blogs much more often, frequently. I will continue to transcribe my father's stories, and ask for more.

This year, I'm also going to FINISH my various UFOs (unfinished object-meaning craft project). I've already been working on that this year.

So, my new perspective is to see new opportunities in projects, in writings, in life. Come and follow my journey here.