Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Bird by Bird


So I’ve been reading Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott.  I borrowed this book from a friend nearly three years ago and I was convinced that I had read it, but now I’m not so sure.  It’s so new and foreign to me, but maybe it’s because I am now open to receiving the words that are enclosed between the soft, simple cover.  So far, I’m only on page 9.  Why am I reading so slow you might ask?  Because I am doing the suggested exercises, of course.  
This morning I got up early, so that I could carve out space in my day to write.  I am supposed to try and write every single day at around the same time, so that my brain will become accustomed to accessing the creativity that dwells within it.  I dug in the crates of my mind to uncover a memory from pre-school.  I was amazed that I could think back that far and at how vivid the images were.  I was reminded of how much I adored my great-grandfather, Papa, who was kind enough to chauffer me to pre-school each and every day.  He was a brave man because I was dramatic…tears, lots and lots of tears!
This little excursion to the file vault between my ears was so very insightful.  The words flowed on to the page, to my surprise.  I set in front of the computer for forty-five minutes.  I felt so accomplished.  I hope tomorrow brings more of the same.

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