I am completely happy–not just joyful (and there’s a big difference)–when I’m with a pen, paper, and surrounded by this world of creativity. A cup of coffee in hand, and a camera nearby to capture the moment.
Am I making a ton of cash in the freelance writing world?
But I am tethered by no deadline until 2019.
I am happy (as well as joyful).
And could anyone ask for anything more out of life?
This World of Creativity
My work space from March 9, 2018 was Lowe Mill, a huge artist community in Huntsville that is housed in an old brick factory with hardwood floors and tall windows. I chose Lowe Mill because it’s one of my favorite places. It fuels my creative spirit because of all the artists who have studios there.
I can take a writing break and go talk to photographers like Stephanie Schamban. If I get hungry, there’s a vegan food truck, Chef Will the Palate, run by the owner, right outside the building. (That smoothie was so creamy and delicious!!!) Or I can get an avocado popsicle from Suzy’s Pops. Yummmmmmmmmm!!!
There Ain’t Nothing that’s Going to Steal My Joy
In an hour, perhaps, the happiness will drift away…It may fade, because such is life.
But no one, absolutely no one can ever take away my joy.
No matter my life circumstances.
It will always remain.
Here I sat and wrote, accomplishing so much. Adding word after word to my novel that I want to pitch at a writer’s conference this spring. It’s a tall goal–trying to write around 20k words before I can say I’m done, but it’s the goal I set for myself back in January.
So yesterday, I wrote what I put in italics today. I’m back in my little home office now, which isn’t as much fun or as bohemian as yesterday’s environment, but I hope to go to the library and write some more…Longhand, just like writers in the past.