Yes, you read that right. Not the flu, the flow. Winter in Copenhagen has what one would call a bad reputation, but so far, it is treating me well. It is treating my book well.
Writing has been flowing in the past few days.
It feels as if I am finally writing at a steady pace.
Words flow, and they are written,
sometimes erased,
but lately, they are always replaced.
Filling my days new with new inspiration, in an attempt to continue this streak. I started an online class on World War II and, on Saturday, I am taking my first improv class.
My wish to you today is that you find some flow, a flow, THE flow in whatever is that you are creating. And that you hold on to it, for dear life.
Thankful and flowing,
M.
Em and the Shelf 