Five Years a Writer

The sparks from a writing session: o ne image, one quote   I shared the piece below in a writing group, having written it specifically to be read aloud; the tone and cadence is conversational, and its rhythm fits that of the summer months...meandering, musing, contemplative. Its  origin is in the two sparks shown above — an Edward Hopper painting and a quote by Maya Angelou.  As I began the writing process, I didn't know what to write and then, once I started, I didn't know where I was going, but I did, eventually, arrive at a point that surprised, and also pleased, me. So often, this is how writing (and life ** ) goes.  Written early morning Saturday / Shared   Sunday afternoon My train of thought My train of thought this week has been like a train I took from Grenoble, France to Florence, Italy back in April 1978: It had a departure point and a destination and it left on time, but, somehow, it arrived late without ever encountering anything on the tracks along the way to just