8/9/2014 0 Comments Saturday morning in the darkI have been traveling the last week and had no time or opportunity to write, although I did think about it every day. I returned home yesterday around noon and had an eerie feeling of disquiet for the rest of the day. I was having trouble just landing anywhere, but I couldn't leave the house because my cat Penny was so clingy. I felt completely exhausted and finally gave up and went to bed around 8:30 p.m., which was early even for me. I woke again around 5:30 a.m. and the house was dark and quiet. I could hear the early morning birds outside of my windows and the feeling of new beginnings was wonderful.
I knew this was it; the time to write. I didn't turn on many lights, but made myself a cup of instant coffee and went to my computer. Ideas were forming. What should I write? I often wish that letter writing was still in vogue - how wonderful it would be to pen a letter in the early morning hours of a day, and then send it on it's way. But there is no one in my life who cannot receive emails instead, or texts, or any other electronic means of communication, so that idea is lost. But maybe it isn't. Maybe it would be interesting to write letters from a fictitious character, who lived long ago. A character who is struggling with war; or someone who is waiting for a loved-one to return home. She could write her mother, her father, her older sister, telling one or all of them about her fears on a dark Saturday morning, just waiting for the day to dawn. Another idea to consider?
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