So…Bertha…nailed me on yesterday’s post…I swear she should be a carpenter…the way she yields a nail gun…anyway…it almost makes me afraid to write today…is she waiting in ambush again…
Probably…
She’s been doing it for years…even before she had a name…even before I realized she was…there…I’d sit down to write about something…and…before I knew what had happened…unexpected stuff was gushing out on the page like water from an open fire hydrant…
I must love to live on that edge…because…that’s what I love about writing…about…Bertha…the unexpected self-discovery…that finds me when I least expect it…
Yesterday’s…did take me off guard…and has given me a lot to think about…to write about…and…the beauty of it is…I know the answers…the vision…will find me…
When I least expect it…I’m elected…I’m the star today…smile…I’m on candid writing…
Jane
