I woke this morning with an image from the first Harry Potter movie, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, in my mind.
It is near the end of the adventure and of course the stakes are deadly. Harry is on a broom, roaring around high amidst a storm of flying keys. Yes, these keys have wings. He is trying to catch the exact right key to open a door. Harry, Hermione, and Ron have to get through that door.
This is perfectly me right now. I have less than 8,000 words left to capture for my Nanowrimo draft. There are loads of words and ideas whirling around me at the moment, but I need to touch the exact right ones to continue my writing.
True I do not need the exact words. Close to exact will do. Helpful words. Words that will point me in the right direction when I come to rewriting.
There is the saying you catch more bees with honey than with vinegar. My plan is to catch my words with honey. Attract them in. Offer them a perfect place in which to land and nest, a place where they are happy, a place that is home.
I am in my studio at my work table. Laptop on and warm and waiting.
Beside me, coffee with milk in one of my favourite mugs. This one shaped as an over-sized teacup, purple with a pattern that might have been thought up by Dr. Seuss. Next to the coffee, cold water in a Shrek the Third glass.
I have my Christmas playlist running. Diana Krall is dreaming of a white Christmas. I love the holidays, and I start up my Christmas music in the latter half of November. This music always puts me in a loving mood. It opens my heart.
Words love open hearts.
Scattered around me on the table top are things that inspire me, make me laugh, hold memories that feel of home and play.
Here is the Pro Yo-Yo my son gave me for Mother’s Day. A mini Etch A Sketch my sister found for me. A mini Spirograph set from my husband.
Gumby and Pokey, Kermit the Frog, Asterix with his winged Viking helmet, two Minions (Stuart and Kevin), Tigger, Totoro, and Hermione. They are my cheering squad, and they are very good at it.
Words love playing. Words love nestling into the homes we offer them.
This is my honey. Love. An open heart. Play. Home.
It works every time.
The words are landing. The next right idea and theme and word thread for my Nanowrimo draft flies in.
I am off to play.
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