January has allowed me the rare luxury of free time. This month is the time for ideas, and restoking the imaginative fires that send up new thoughts. These thoughts are fleeting, like smoke. Wispy tendrils of words, concepts that wrap around me. If I move too slow they are completely gone. Seldom remembered. But this month, what joy there is in writing these ideas down. Knowing that soon they will move from a fleeting concept into a fully realized writing piece. Building the discipline that every writer needs. Each recorded idea gives my fingers a literary purpose. One step further to realizing their full potential.
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