The first week of Advent and the mornings are dark until after nine, as the earth spins closer to the year’s end. Advent; the four week lead- in to Christmas. The time to reflect and take stock.
The trees are almost bare now, the earth silent, sleeping. But underneath the layer of leaves, the soil is furiously germinating, sending down roots to nourish the green shoots of spring.
Sometimes the writing is like that. Solitary; with not much to show for the hours spent alone. And yet the ideas, the words, the imagination are all working to put down the roots to sustain the green shoots of narrative that slowly begin to emerge.
Or so we hope.
Hope and perseverance and courage; vital ingredients as we keep plodding on, searching for words and sentences.
Plod on


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