It's building

It's happening.  I'm getting excited to write.  I found myself thinking today, "Yes.  I will share this.  And this.  And this."

Because I am beginning to feel the urge again, and I love it.

"A writer writes."  So often, I have taken this as a tsk-tsk, how dare you call yourself a writer if you don't write?! But now, it feels like permission.  I am writing.  Ergo, I am a writer; you, if you write, are a writer.  We write.  We are writers.  And I have permission to do it HORRIBLY!  So do you.

What shall I share with you?  Today, I made delicious Golden Milk, green juice, grilled cheese sandwiches, and toad-in-the-hole.  The Sugar Sprite took away a pumpkin full of candy and left two books.  I read almost half of this book by Seanan McGuire.  I brought a photo of my mom holding my son when he was hours old, and placed it on the table at the front of the church.  

I enjoyed this doodle.

The desire to share all of this with you has been immense, and I am delighted to know you are there, and reading, and living.  What did you do today?