Open the door, throw your weight,
Into the Sun, out of the Night.
The morning will break, the dusk still looms.
Run! Yes, run!
Towards the day and out of your room!
Footsteps so familiar come to pass,
Same time, same day, an unending flash.
The day turns night, night to dawn,
But no way out can be found.
Hedgerows neat and coated with dew,
Lock me in from the world anew.
I cannot be seen until he sees fit,
My cage is love and he’s quite a twit.
Amazing and inspiring.
Imagine what the aurora must look like from a planet such as SIMP? A planet where the Sun would be the size of a pin head as it looked towards our Solar System.
Between definitions, not quite a planet, not quite a failed star known as a brown dwarf.
It sits, in the dark, wondering where it belongs and how it fits in to the rest of the universe.
Do you think it drifts ever closer to our family, wanting desperately to be a part of our spinning neighborhood? Or do you think it is happy to be where it is, cautiously looking on, almost invisible, as it watches the rest of the planets plunder ungraciously around a spherical fireplace that wants nothing but to burn us all to dust?
Does it have machinations of being something more? What would we see upon it if we were to sit on its surface?
Wake up and daydream about the writing you’re going to do today – 1 hour
Habitual preparedness to get in the zone (generally includes coffee making, music and podcast listening, stacking almonds, etc.) – 2 hours
A writers lunch – 1 hour
Reading what you’ve written – 20 minutes
Figuring out where to start – 40 minutes
Writing – 4 paragraphs – 2 Hours
Feeling like you’ve written an epic war novel and watch Netflix – 5 hours
Daydream in bed about what you’re going to write tomorrow. – 2 hours
(I just wasted 20 minutes on this.)