"Hello" friends.
This morning ran away from me. Matt and I slept in a bit and then had a good run at the gym. We're training for a race in March, and the schedule -- actually working out regularly -- has us both a bit off. So I'll "hit" my 50 word goal now, stealing freely:
Hello
had
hit
hardscrabble
heart
hard
hemorrage
heartsick
heartache
hearty
home
homeland
hellish
hedonistic
homeopathy
hefty
hapless
happenstance
happenings
hole
heady
heifer
hex
hemoglobin
he
him
Hera (wife of Zues)
Hephastus (god of flame?forge?fire? good words for "f" but not today)
hack
hawk
hope
hero
halfwit
haggis
horoscope
Horus ... is an Egyptian falcon god, and my apologies for the proper names, but I think these mythological entities are valid, given their potential inspirational and descriptive value...
healing
heal
herring
...let's count. 39. Not bad.
hale
hair
here
heresy
heretic
heap/heaping
heckle/heckler
hourglass
hour
honor
honorific
... that's fifty, but it feels ill-earned.
This story I'm beginning to work on has, I hope, legs, and this 50 words at a time feels insufficient. (Can I use "insufficient" tomorrow? Yes I can.) As if it's not proper "writing," but rather, as originally described, warm-ups. And yet, the warm up precedes not fiction, but an Editorial Board meeting. It describes not a pushing into imagination and hard work, but hard work with firm, important limits on the imagination.
I love my job, truly, but wonder sometimes how to balance the creative life and the structured creativity of my work life. Is writing the truest outlet to match a writing profession? Or should I take that drawing class I dream about, for a change?
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