I’m having one of those fairly rare mornings where it’s quiet and I can wrap myself in my thoughts and consider how my day will go. Right now, I’m waiting for the first drafts of Corona’s print cover to find its way into my inbox while checking out new covers for The Three Safeties.
I relish quiet mornings. No sounds around me, no distractions, and a general sense of peace of mind. I love that. Most of all, the quiet allows me the opportunity to be creative and open to whatever my soul dredges up from its nether regions. They also allow me to put the few inner demons I have to rest in favor of moments of unbridled optimism.
Times like these I consider precious because they also allow me to unleash my imagination and let it run wild, to explore limitless vistas of self-expression which eventually find themselves on my pages.
I don’t have enough of these times, but I’ve learned to deal and appreciate when I have them.