Today i’m adding in a stream write. A slightly edited auto write session. i like to call them streams as it seems to invite a continuous flow of writing more than automatic writing does.
Heat yes, i feel the heat both physically it’s in the 80s and humid steamy heat, and the pressure cooker heat of limited time as i wrangle what feels like too many competing demands, the ever present choices in front of me cooking away, making it somehow harder to focus and yet sometimes oddly easier. Heat, warm rising to a boil, steam, keep going, then i find myself stopping, breaking my own rules to stream, just keep going with the heat, melting butter in a pan ready to cook eggs, sometimes I am like eggs about to hatch, caught in shells too thick for me to break through. Pregnant full of ideas swarming around comforting one moment like the nesting hen and then other times yoked pressure and heat making me sweat, leak from the heat!
How are you in the heat?