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Like the little engine from Dumbo chugging up the hill, 'I think I can...' What? Stop. Stop doing 'morning pages/daily journaling'. I've done it for over 35 years pretty much every day over coffee. But today I didn't. Day 1. Often it's taken an hour or two and most of the content is drivel or some kind of navel gazing or attempt to get some philosophical thought down clearly... I don't dismiss the upsides. A poetical regularly arises in the process. Sometimes - less of late - it kick-starts writing of the WIN (currently the Homing Tales Trilogy). But it's a lot of words. True, only handwritten, true going no where or do they leak into the atmosphere? I was listening to an interview with Dr Zach Bush the other day and he threw away the line, 'there are just too many words out there'. Eight words which lodged. Instead I'm going to walk my talk down to Old Willow each morning and let the air do what it will with them. After coffee and a little read of something nourishing. Giving up…

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