It’s late now, and I’ve spent the last few hours writing on my laptop in the dark. If I were alone in the house I’d never do that, but Husband, Son, and all the animals except one cat are sleeping peacefully. It’s lovely to work in my home, surrounded by sleeping objects of my affection. I used to think that I had to write out of pain and chaos in order to have real emotion in my work. But now I think that living in a state of (relative) peace allows me to access difficult emotions without the fog of actual chaos. I wonder if other writers feel that way. Do you work best in chaos or calm? In peace, or on a jag of stress and full-tilt emotion?
Today is Tuesday, so that means photos. The peonies are fading, but hanging in there. If you want to see a little video of ants “working” a peony blossom, I posted one on Instagram. (BTW, it’s a myth that peonies need ants to work them to bloom. I think the ants are attracted by that gorgeous fragrance. Though it looks more like they’re playing hide and seek.)
P.S. Right now, Amazon has just a few hardcovers left of Bliss House, the first book in my recent series. (Under $9 and free shipping.) If you buy one and have it sent to my house, I’ll inscribe it and sent it on to you (postage is my treat!)–while they last. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you’re interested.
May 8th Words
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Exercise: 50 minutes exercise bike.