I have the whole day off today. No errands to run, no appointments to go to, nothing…until I fetch the lovelies from school, I am alone. I love it. I need it.
My plans are vague. I like it that way. I am going to bundle myself up and set myself up in a cafe with a hot cup of Joe. Um…autocorrect wanted that to say hot cop instead of cup. That might be ok too…
I’m going to write today. Something I don’t tell people is my writing process. Everyone has a process. Mine is to wrap myself up in a scarf and put up my hood so that just my eyes show. I take off my glasses. I cross my legs and try to get as warm as possible. I don’t hear anything. I lean into the screen as I type and pay no attention to meaningless mistakes and punctuation. I just go.
Solitude…even amongst a cafe full of people.
I write for a while that way until I’m sweaty or lose my groove. Then I undo everything and stretch and take a sip of my hopefully still hot beverage with two hands. Then as I get back into the groove, I slowly begin wrapping myself back up. Back into the cocoon. It’s interesting that the more I cocoon myself the more honest my writing is.
But I lie sometimes.