how's work?
I saw the bird sitting on the nest, her black eye utterly unflappable. Later, I marveled at her beautifully pale, pink eggs in the nest. All potential, all terror, all unknown. I'm on the other side of generating 14,000 words over 14 days. Hopefully some new stories will emerge from all of that work. Even though they are raggedy and misshapen, I still like to imagine them as these small pastel orbs. In their current state, they are beautiful for their opacity and for the hope of what might hatch.
