My morning pages this morning came flying off the pen like they haven’t in a long time. Maybe the reinforcement from interviewing Julia Cameron this week sunk in and put me more in focus on them again. Or maybe the fact that I decided to write them in a cafe this morning and the two people next to me were so loud that I had to consciously block them out made for a more focused experience.
All I know is they served their purpose well on this day, allowing me to get little pesky junk out of my head and work through an annoying pattern I’ve seen cropping up in myself. Sometimes, as pen glides over page, the junk just floats away.