writing is work

So, now that I have made the fire in the fireplace. added water to the heated bird fountain, fed the cats, cleaned up wrapping paper, and procrastinated as much as possible, I will sit down my butt and write the Christmas story that has been on my mind for three days.

As you may know, I had knee surgery recently, that and other life challenges knocked me out of both energy and motivation to write here. I like today's crossword puzzle clue, a quote from the French novelist, Albert Camus, "A work of art is a confession." I say yes, especially when the work of art springs from our deepest emotions, values, knowledge, etc. I had to stay in bed with my leg higher than my heart -- keep fluids from pooling in my leg and foot. So I had time to read magazines and clip out what I call "Power Prompts." For me a power prompt is any phrase, or memory, that prompts me to respond, either with words or actions. Most of these came from lines in advertisements in magazines: unmask yourself a second chance for in case you forget introducing anti-aging benefits (A the fearof growing old -- emotion based -- poetry) baffling behaviors (A good prompt for a short story) experience good clean sense I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT THESE, like, "What anti-aging benefits? to be able to hear the worm eating through the bark of the tree? like knowing how to rise to heaven and return in two seconds?" but you get the point, so take on and write, or open a magzine and find your own power prompts, their triggers for what lies within us.