Write About The Woods
It was a couple of years ago now, and I still haven’t done anything about it. I’d almost forgottten about it when yesterday I had Oprah on while cleaning house. It was a repeat, but her guest, Genevieve Piturro, was talking about looking for inspiration, and how when hers hit her, it was like a voice in her head that just said “Pajama Program” and she just knew.
It reminded me of the voice I heard a couple years back. I was waking up, still in bed, but not alseep when I heard a loud male voice, in my head, in my room, as if standing next to me, say “write about the woods”.
The woods.
First off, I am not a writer. Secondly…what woods? And why? I have considered it from time to time, and maybe when I write it, something will click into place, something in my life that has been out of sync. I don’t know. My first thoughts were that I should write about the woods near Granddaddy’s farm in Tennessee, there was something magical there, more than just trees, but I am not yet connected to a story or idea to write about.
I am going to give it some more thought…maybe actually put pen to paper.
