I awoke this morning with the beginning of the first chapter in my next book typing out in my head. I literally heard the sound of the keys of a manual typewriter tap-tap-tapping away happily, with a DING! and rolling-click sound at the end of each line. It was an interesting phenomenon since I haven’t actually typed anything for at least two decades, but it was an iconic representation, I believe, of a reminder that something needs to get done.
So, although today was predetermined to be a cleaning/organizing day, I think, perhaps, it has been reassigned. Today is the day I allow the floodgates to open and welcome the inspiration of the Gods and get onto paper that which is coursing through me.
Can you hear the tap, tap, tap DING! cllllllllllllllllllllllick?