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Wednesday, April 22, 2020

22nd April



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 Image result for pictures of writing journals
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:

Image result for picture of woman walking along the sandBut I will  take one step 
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.


 Till next time...