Amazing post by Andrea!
On my smoothie break from writing, I started eggs boiling for the kids to dye. I often forget about eggs once I place the pan on the stove and set it to high. I’ll wander off while waiting for the water to boil, then an hour later realize, “Oh shit! The eggs!” This time, I brought Writing Down The Bones into the kitchen and read while I leaned against the counter and sipped my green smoothie.
As the water began to simmer, and the eggs rattled against the metal pot in excitement, I came across this line, which describes the fulfillment I’ve noticed since I began writing again:
I feel very rich when I have time to write and very poor when I get a regular paycheck and no time to work at my real work.
— Natalie Goldberg
That real work may be writing. It may be sticking my hands in the dirt; studying about…
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