After working 60 hours this week I need to create.
I have one day this week to get my life ready to tackle work next week and to get myself back. Seems like a tall order.
My feet are throbbing, and back hurts but I am pretty sure my shadow can still dance.
For seven days I got a glimpse, creating worlds in my mind full of intrigue and suspense stolen from the words of my favorite writers.
Today I sit with my steaming cup of coffee as my companion ready to tackle my words and shape them into a new world for others.
I work for that person working too much and in need of escape.
I work to inspire. To give condolence. To distract. To be a friend for the lonely.
Today I write.