sleep-ing on it
“Raaahhhhhhhrrrrrr!” Thalia growled. “That kitten was no easy draw. And — Wow! It’s the best version of a feline Drawist has managed so far — Yah?”
“Yes.” Nia massaged her jawline, neck, and trapezius with forceful fingers.
Calliope took hold of Nia’s hands and ran her fingertips across tense palms. The Muse of Harmony imagined a sun-kissed, jumbo-sized scoop of vanilla atop a sugar cone… drip, drip, drip. “Hmmmm… sometimes we push, sometimes we pull… and sometimes what’s needed is a nap.”
Calliope grinned and smile lines appeared around Urania’s eyes as Thalia licked imaginary splatters from the tabletop.
Words from Typist:
You might, or might not have noticed I’ve gone silent on any action or progress with Book 4. That’s because Thalia’s spitting out ideas like a winning slot machine while Nia berates us for not pushing ahead with keys that don’t fit the lock.
Calliope continues to soothe and whisper about patience while we keep ourselves open. We’re exploring the work of other authors, and calling on inspiration to help help us create our best work.
We want our story to be of service to health care providers and patients alike.
We want “relationship” to be the hero of this story.
What happens when we stop chasing?
Does the cat come to us for an ear scratch?
I just love your process Gail 👌
T-shirt: "It's not an empty nest until they get all their stuff out of the basement" 😁
Or attic, as appropriate. I was still getting boxes of my abandoned stuff addressed to me into my 40s, despite my assertion to my father than "anything still in your house is junk at this point." He didn't want to get blamed for "something important" vanishing. (And yes, many of those boxes are now in our basement, but the POINT is...)
EXCELLENT kitty-cat! Napping and dreaming...