This post has sputtered and stopped myriad of times. Words evade me.
Well, that’s not entirely true. Words and ideas are running quite rampant this morning; it’s taming them that seems to be the problem. We’ll blame my cousin. Yesterday, you see, she and I met to discuss a possible collaboration. We huddled together in the back of her shop, bantering ideas and possibilities, dreams and desires.
A little bit of heaven.
And it shall continue, this evening. This evening, a friend and I plan to sip tea and talk writing–a date we’ve penciled in each week, the whole year through.
What will become of it all? Remains to be seen, that.
Daring adventures and peculiar happenings, indeed . . .