As a writer, I sometimes need a day, like today, to slow me down. A day to allow my thoughts to dwell on my next idea for a story. Today was that kind of day. A little rain. Lots of birds to watch. A few pictures to snap. Time for coffee this morning and tea this afternoon. No deadlines to reach. Nothing that I had to do today. But I worked on photo101’s assignment in WordPress, and in doing that, I photographed a bluebird.
This beautiful bluebird is a sign of spring. She and her mate are hanging around the birdhouse. The sparrows are around there, too. One year, the sparrows took over the bird box and the bluebirds built their nest in the trees. They are a gentle bird, the sparrows not so gentle. Herein lies conflict. This may be a springboard for a short story. Or a poem. Surely, there’s a haiku lurking around here someplace.
But I won’t write it on my bluebird day.
In her book, “Basic Story Techniques” Helen Reagan Smith said “Writing itself is work; good writing is hard work.”
This has been a day of rest from my writing, with the exception of this blog post. Instead, I chose to think of things to write, to experience joy and peace. To refresh.
Tomorrow is another day. It’s Thursday, and I wish for you a bluebird day!
—Freeda Baker Nichols