Happy New Year, friends,
We had a lovely holiday season, with many jovial gatherings and of course, too much food, though I remember it fondly. We took down the tree New Year’s day, and packed away all the cherished handmade ornaments until next year. A day without an agenda awaits me. It feels really good, and a little odd, that I get to choose what I will do with my day again. Back to writing!
It is rather a miracle that I enjoy typing at all, though having a good laptop does really help. My twelve year old self was tortured by a summer of grueling typing lessons at a local college three prime summer mornings a week. The picture of the Remington typewriter above is a twin to the one I learned on.
There were nicer electric models in some offices, but not in our classroom. I really had to pound those keys to make them strike. If I stopped typing and practicing The Quick Brown Fox sentence for any reason, the instructor leaned over my shoulder so close it was like she was trying to see my page from my viewpoint. She would ask, “What is the problem here?”, with a truly horrible tornado of bad breath. So I typed, and I perservered, and became one of her fastest, most accurate typists.
I write a bi-monthly article for a leading herb magazine that I love, but that is the height of my published endeavors, so far. I have played with ideas for cookbooks, herb books, etc., but what I am actually working on, earnestly and dilligently, was inspired by dream imagery. The whole idea to write seemingly rode in on just one image. I would probably have never considered it without the inspiration of the dream. It is interesting that the more open I am to the idea that I am sometimes guided, the more it happens.
I clicked send on my current magazine article last night, and had no concerns since I had scanned the article and run spell check on it prior to sending it in. This morning I felt a knowing or mental nudge that something wasn’t right with that article, and I should check it again. I lazily drank a whole cup of coffee first because I really didn’t believe it. It’s a good thing I did read through it again. Part of an entire sentence and thought disappeared. It made the remaining part of that sentence completely nonsensical. I must have started to edit that sentence and just forgot to hit save. I corrected it and sent in a new copy. It would have been pretty embarrassing to see that error in print. Thanks for the save!
Green Magick 