....day! I did no writing, but that's OK. Because I've just read somewhere about the value of non-writing time!
It's where you're collecting information, eavesdropping on conversations, assimilating experiences, observing the world, listening to the rain, smelling the daffodils (do you think Wordsworth ever did that?), stroking the purring cat, tasting the garlic bread, recording your dreams, savouring hot showers, and reading good books.
You see, all this non-writing time is immensely valuable! There's so much to do! So much to get done!
Not to mention the washing up, the tidying, the day to day ordinary workload, the socialising... etc. And gazing at the new notebooks I bought of course. And playing with the tissue paper!
So, the rain has been singing in languages I don't understand; the daffodils have been delicately fragrant, and I wish I could bottle it and sell it; I haven't been on any trains of late in order to eavesdrop, or in any cafes either; the cat liked having his tummy tickled until he clawed me in his rolling-over-excietment; the garlic bread was green - with parsley, I might add - and deliciously garlicky, no vampires round me for a week at least; dreams about being on stage and forgetting my lines, again; long hot showers after cold rainy day, nothing better; 'The Help' by Kathryn Stockett - fab fab fab book!
Experiences assimilated: 42
Words written: 0
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