Even 36 hours of real solitude, rest, and some fun can work wonders. I feel clearer, have regained my focus, restored my vitality. Still, I can see that I can't return to the patterns I've fallen into for the last few months. This week I begin to reorient and establish some new patterns. Not sure what they're going to be, but I have an idea where to begin.
The Great Summer Writing Retreat continues. One hundred days of writing unedited ideas and following a prompt to its sometimes illogical conclusion. And showing up. Every. Single Day.
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