Calliope yawned and stretched. “Two nights in a row — up past our bedtime sketching and coloring.”
“A good sign,” said Nia. “Energy is flowing behind the endeavor.”
“With each attempt we get closer.” The Muse of Wit rummaged through her pockets and pulled out a balloon. “Hmmm… This could be useful.”
Words from Typist:
No “C” news.
Isn’t that wonderful?
Years ago I read Sarah Lewis’ book The Rise.
It’s one of those books that called to me from the shelf.
”Oh! Oh!” the sunrise on the cover called. “Pick me! Pick me!”
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve referenced notes I jotted with my #2 Ticonderoga.
I still remembered the shudder when I sensed a knowing as sure as fact — that I might only become my fullest self if I explored and stayed open to moving through daunting terrain.