22nd April 2020
A Virtual Writing Morning
I was delighted , this morning to be able to link up with The Writer's Hour via Zoom.
Isn't Zoom a wonderful tool at this present time?
There were more than seventy of us in the meeting.
I tried to link up yesterday, but technical difficulties got the better of me,
so today I was determined not to be beaten.
With my husband's tablet - my laptop is too old,
apparently - I was signed up just in time for the 8.0 am start.
We introduced ourselves and sent messages in the chat to say
what we hoped to do in the hour.
" I'll be journaling," I wrote, others said the same.
Some were working
on chapters in their books and still more were writing posts on their blogs.
At 8.05 we were muted and set to work. I found it so interesting,
like being in a huge workshop together.
I could see some of our group on the screen, about twenty.
They all had heads down , beavering away, which gave me the impetus to start
and to continue to the end.
But I found that an hour is too long to be journaling. I lost interest after
half an hour, which is the usual time I would give to my "morning pages".
So, tomorrow, I plan to be better prepared, maybe start with my journal ,
but have either my blog or, if I feel brave enough, my memoir at hand as well to
keep me busy for the whole time.
It will be good practice to work for an hour at a stretch. It's not normally how I
do things, unless, of course I get so into the writing that I forget the time . Don't
you just love those times.
A little bit straight form my journal this morning:
at a time,
one after another, just one
no rush.
Sometimes that step will be
a baby step, imperceptible,
but it'll be there.
One step after another
and in the end
I'll have gone a mile
And that mile will turn
into two.
The pilgrimage will end,
but not till I take
my last breath.
Only God will count
the steps.
Only God will know
how many miles.
I will just take each step
one at a time.
And I will enjoy each step
As if it's going to be
the only one
I will ever take.