A few nights ago, the moon disappeared behind a curtain of clouds where it hid all night. Wrapped in this private, quiet cocoon, the moon worked on completing its journey from bright sliver to full round ripeness.
Being a writer is a lot like being the moon. We both need our cocoons.
Mine is the quiet morning when the sky is still dark and the rest of the world sleeps. My closed blinds are my cloudy curtain. Wrapped in this silence, I begin writing with just a sliver of an idea. In this stillness, I move my pen across the paper in hopes of making my words into a beautiful globe of shining moonlight.
©Lynn Wyvill 2012